Zeke and Miles chuckled. Asher groaned. I looked up to see his face pained. “She kept trying to get Asher to talk to her,” Zeke answered me, a smirk on his face. “He answered her, but he kept his answers short.” “Then one of us would change the subject or ask Asher something,” Miles admitted, smiling his small smile. “I suffered for you, Ally,” Asher declared, pointing at me. I walked over and hugged him around the waist. He gave me a squeeze. Vanilla and cinnamon filled my nose. “Hence the coffee.” I stepped back smiling. He was smiling back at me when a blur bashed into me. “Red!” Isaac
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