Chapter

Sixty Seven

Asher

The hum of voices in Sanderson’s classroom filled my ears, people buzzing with nervous energy. We’d become used to weapons & defense being held in the church since Jericho took over, but an hour ago, an alert went out to every student scheduled to attend this class that we were to report here instead.

“Something is up. I can fucking smell it,” Devon said, his voice a low, uneasy growl.

“What else is new?” I muttered.

Cian laughed beside me. “You’re starting to sound like a Viking.”

“Why’s that?”

“Nothing fazes you anymore.”

“In my defense, over the last couple of months, I’ve been stabbed, attacked,...