Daxton 

I could feel the color drain from my face, feel Verena’s eyes burning it. Ashley Delavine? My best friend until she decided to ruin what we had, break our friendship eleven years ago because of her demands.

Memories of her going berserk came back to me. Her slitting her wrist. Blood on the floor. Her being lifted to the gurney as strings of curses left her mouth while I held my own bleeding head. 

The same Ashley Delavine?

She still looked the same. Not a single thing had changed about her. I could feel the knots in my stomach tighten. She was the last person I had expected to...