Out of all the restaurants in Salem, she had to come into mine. I can’t fucking believe Asher. No, I can, but fuck I’m pissed. I’m going to tear his ass apart and then, his father no doubt, will do the same. I actually hope for his sake that my brother doesn’t find out about this. A disrespect like this, against his own betrothed? Christ, I don’t think he realizes how badly he’s just fucked up. “What dorm are you in?” I ask. “Parris,” she says softly, her meek voice practically crooning into my ear.
