Chapter

Fourteen

Asher

Apparently, being stabbed and almost poisoned to death wasn’t enough to get me out of another day of class. Jericho—correction, Father Sylvester—knew me well enough to anticipate I might try to use that as an excuse because he’d emailed me and copied all my professors, letting all of us know I would be back in class beginning that afternoon. And that if I missed one for any reason short of literal death, I would be spending the next two weeks paying for my insolence.

Real peach of a guy, that priest—ex-priest? I was still a little fuzzy on the details, seeing as how he was a vampire...