Chapter

Thirty-Five

Asher

Professor Moriarty droned on, and it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. The man had a monotone that could have made an erotic novel sound positively boring. Add to that the history of a centuries-long blood feud, and he’d lost me the second his mouth opened.

The only positive thing about the history class was being sandwiched between Jackson and Cian. I was overwhelmed by the way their scents seemed to complement each other. Even though I’d made a resolution to stop thinking about anyone other than Jackson in that way. It was one thing to tell myself that and something else entirely to get...