Chapter

Fifty Four

Devon

The cool air of the late fall evening did nothing to settle my overheated nerves. I paced back and forth at the lake’s shore, working to control the sense of unease that coursed through me, anxious energy prickling at my skin like a swarm of angry wasps. I’d never felt this before.

I hadn’t seen Asher since class a few days ago. I’d been trying to respect her request for space, especially since she clearly hadn’t been feeling well, but I was going mad from the separation. When I’d tried to see her, Maeve had been worse than a damn prison guard denying me visitation. She...