"Do you want me to come in?" Asher asks me once the cab pulls up outside my apartment building.
"I want to be alone."
"That's not good for you."
"You don't know what's good for me." I snap, and he raises an eyebrow.
"I'm trying to help, Riya."
"I know. I'm sorry." I place my head on his shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed. "I'm feeling so lost right now and I just want to sit down and think. I have to come to terms with everything and accept the fact that I have a hand in my cousin's death."
"What are you talking about?"
"Savannah. I took her to that party. I shouldn't have."
"Don't you dare blame yourself for that. That arsehole hurting your cousin has nothing to do with you. s**t happens, Riya. That was beyond you."
I raise my eyes until they meet his gaze. His expression is s
