Ashes (The Boys of Chapel Crest, #2)

by K.G. Reuss

“We are many,” I said in a soft voice. “But I am me, and he is he. We are we.”

“Everyone in the world has a gift. Some are talkers. Some are doers. Us? We’re seers. Invaders.

I watched as Asylum danced in a circle, his head back and his eyes on the night sky. Fuck it. I danced with him.

I swallowed hard, knowing what was coming next. Me.