“Are you going to tell me why you came to Ashmore?” he asked. Definitely not. I wasn’t admitting my guilt. “I’ll tell you that when you tell me your real name.” He hummed. “Then I guess we’re at an impasse.” “I guess so.” I sank onto the mattress, missing my pillow. “I hope my snoring keeps you awake all night.” He chuckled. “Good night, my queen.” The sound of his voice, haunting and beautiful, followed me into my dreams.
