"Oswald, do you think the boarding decision is right for Maia?" Asher's accusing voice drifted into my ear, jolting me up from my sleep. He was talking in a whisper as if he didn't want to wake me up.

I tried to feel my surroundings, and due to the smell that drifted into my nose and the soft bed, I only had one thought: Wyatt's Mansion. They brought me back.

But upon recalling the question Asher had just posed, I tried to stay quiet. So the rules were really made up because of me, and I wasn't being paranoid?

Great, he wanted to separate Wyatt and my closeness.

"Strange things...