Chapter 95

I got absolutely no sleep that night. My mind refused to shut off, especially now that I knew I might see Asher again. I picked at the silver cuffs on my wrists, wishing Tristan had removed them before he left. I needed to talk to Asher again, to hear his voice so that it might wash the anxiety from my mind.  

I lingered in the void between sleep and awareness, tossing an

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