When Ash got home, he ran to his room, found his weed and rolled himself a joint before lighting it. Right now, he was high as a kite, standing near the window at the end of the bed, looking around, trying to figure out how to move something to the end of the bed.
He would not let Kat scare him like that, even if she didn’t know what she had been doing, but somewhere deep down, he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, and something about that didn’t sit right with him. Cheating, then threatening him? He always knew he had a reason for disliking her. There was also Carter and his creepiness and the mysterious man who knew he was a runner.
The door opened as he inhaled another puff and exhaled, aiming out the window, although he missed. Ash turned to see Lucky come in with a frow
