Ash’s POV

He wasn’t saying anything. Oh Goddess, why wasn’t he saying anything!?

May I be yours? Oh, you absolute cornball, Ashford! Why didn’t you think of any poetry you read together? You, a damn author of an anthology that ran weekly, and yet you couldn’t think on the fly to save your life. No wonder he wasn’t talking!

The whir of his outside generator flickered on as it did in real life, and again I questioned the ...