Chapter

Sixty six

Asher

I threw myself on my bed and groaned dramatically as the headache I couldn’t escape continued its dull assault.

“Cian really rode you hard, huh?” Maeve asked from the small desk at the end of her bed.

I turned my head and opened one eye in question.

“In training. God, get your mind out of the gutter,” she said.

“He did, but that’s nothing new. I never leave one of his sessions without ending up sore and sweaty.”

Maeve snickered.

“Now whose mind is in the gutter?” I snapped.

“Gee, you’re testy today. For someone getting laid regularly, you sure are tense.”

“I’m sorry. I’m tired,...