Verena 

In my twenty-six years of existence, I have never seen someone who had so much time on their hands like Ashley Delavine. I would have to give it to her though. She was relentlessly bent on tearing Daxton and me apart, to the point where it was almost comical. 

I tutted. “You think you are sleek, uh?”

The last time I checked, I had given her my email address because I didn't want her to have my contact information. Besides, my email was hardly a place where I had personal conversations. It was only filled with work-related messages between Daxton and me, professional updates, and weird subscriptions I didn't...