Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Asher

I stood outside Sodom, my palms sweaty and nerves coiling in my belly. One of my ever-present shadows hovered nearby. I could sense whoever it was watching me, but they never crossed into my line of sight.

The short, slinky black dress I was wearing was so far out of my comfort zone, I had to fight the urge to tug on the hem with every passing moment. But how could I deny Jackson this?

He’d left a package on my bed while I was in with the headmistress. The dress and ridiculously sexy lingerie inside spoke volumes about what he had planned for tonight. So did...