Three
GRAY
Asher handed me a glass of water, his eyes boring into me like a dad scolding an errant kid. “So now that we can breathe again, you wanna tell me what I walked in on?”
I dropped onto the sofa and took the glass, holding his gaze as I gulped down the water. He’d managed to put on a pair of sweats, but he was still shirtless, his wet hair dripping into his eyes.
“Gray?” he pressed. “What was that s**t?”
“I’m pretty sure I was scrying.” I set down the glass and grabbed my book of shadows, flipping through to the section I’d kept on divination techniques. “Calla used to do it with candle flame and mirrors. I took lots of notes, but I never quite got the hang of it.”
He took the seat next to me and leaned in close, inspecting the sketches I’d made of Calla’s setup.
“Maybe beca
