Blood thrummed in the back of my skull, a wave of bile forming in the pit of my throat. I held it down, patting the empty space beside me. Disappointment sunk into my chest heavily. Asher was nowhere to be found. However, eyes of a deadly substance watched me at a distance. I gulped down nausea, knowing the familiar heat digging into my spine, unable to look back at him.
Neon red numbers illuminated close to noon on the bedside clock. It took a minute to recall that it was Sunday. Wasn’t I supposed to go to church? As I buried my head into the pillows, I sighed that some kind of miracle took place that I didn’t need to go. Especially after last night. I wasn’t in any kind of mood to forge contentment.
Maybe I should have gone, though.
Rob’s eyes penetrating through my back came with ind
