Chapter

Eighty

Asher

"Asher Amadeus Callaway. You are in BIG trouble.”

I froze in the doorway of the bathroom, the knob still clutched in my hand, wet hair in a towel. I wasn’t sure amusement was appropriate with the way Maeve was glaring at me, but I couldn’t help the little shakes of laughter working their way through me. “Amadeus?”

“Well, I don’t know your middle name, but this kind of trouble requires a full name’s worth of chastisement.”

“Rose.”

She rolled her eyes. “Basic and boring. I’m changing it.”

“To Amadeus?”

“It was good enough for Wolfy. It should be good enough for you.”

“I’m not following.”

“Mozart.”

“I...