Alethea

I keep walking, fully aware that she's following behind me. I know the game she played yesterday, and I refuse to give her the satisfaction of thinking she's gotten under my skin.

"Who are you to Asher?" she demands, her voice laced with anger.

Now, that catches my attention. A giggle escapes me as I stop and slowly turn around, my gaze locking onto hers.

I take a step forward, and she instinctively takes a step back. I keep advancing until her back is pressed against the wall.

Then I look into her eyes, really look. And there it is.

She talked to Ryder. She knows he's coming, and...