ASHER
The note had been waiting in my drawer like a coiled snake.
'Meet me on the rooftop after the last period. We need to talk. - R'
I'd stared at it for a full minute, my hands trembling as I held the small slip of paper. Reed, of course it was Reed, who else would leave cryptic notes in my drawer like we were living in some kind of a thriller novel?
For the past three weeks, I'd been a ghost. I changed my routes between classes, ate lunch in the library instead of the cafeteria, disbanded my group, and practically sprinted from the building the moment the final bell rang. Anything to avoid crossing paths with Reed Jackson, the Alpha who'd somehow managed to see right through me during that disastrous confrontation in my room.
The memory still made my skin crawl, the way his eyes had narrowed, studying me like I was a puzzle he was determined to solve.
