I tossed and turned from the moment Bree left, groaning as I laid on my back, my hands pressed against my eyes in frustration. I couldn’t sleep. I knew when I closed my eyes I’d see the boy’s icy blue eyes, and I couldn’t help but remember what Aislyn said. I deserved to be free. I shivered, remembering the way it felt to be in Ashe’s arms, dancing with him. I hadn’t danced in so long, so very long, and I just couldn’t help but feel like I did something bad. I went back on my promise, but the hardest part was...I loved it. I could still feel the way his hand felt against my hip, his fingers entwined with mine as he held my hand, dancing me around the side of the stream. But, I still felt strange about it all. Who was Ashe? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I’ve never see
