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Asher’s POV
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I hate my life.
As soon as I got back to Jake’s place, I headed straight for my room and slammed the door shut. I wanted to punch a wall, or yell until my throat turned raw. Nothing could have prepared me for Enaya’s reaction. And whenever I remembered the way she looked at me with disgust in her eyes…
I didn’t know what had upset her, and I had no idea what she was talking about. What could I possibly know that I didn’t tell her?
It didn’t make any sense. Did someone tell her something about me? Did she perhaps hear something about me that upset her? Who could have told her something against me?
I raked my fingers through my hair, the frustration mounting with each passing second. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, and everything was falling apart.
