15
I reached up and grabbed one of his cheeks, and gave it a good pull. “Yow!” he yelped as he started back. He rubbed his swollen face and frowned at me. “What was that for?”
“For being so gloomy,” I scolded him as I sat up, though still leaned against his chest. “It doesn’t suit you. Besides-” I shifted against the pillows at my back. “-this is the part where you tell me that I wasted my time because you can’t be possessed.”
He shook his head. “Quite the contrary, and my possession would have been quite the worse for us.”
“Because of what happened to you fifteen years ago?” I guessed.
Asher nodded. “Yes, because of that.”
“What happened then? I mean, during your possession?” I wondered.
Asher sighed. “It was during the early years of my research into the occult and magic
