I couldn’t take any more of his riddles. I felt like I’d fallen into Wonderland whenever I had to speak to him. He’d already pissed me off enough for one night. Getting out of there before I lost my mind to him was important. He was good at getting into people’s heads. I’d give him that one. I felt like I needed a psych evaluation after spending the last thirty minutes with him. “Asher needs air. I’m making him a little. . . mad,” Asylum said with a laugh, offering me a wink.
