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    Her eyes snapped up to meet the werewolfâs both briefly and unceremoniously. It was hard to process his words as the truth. A year seemed both entirely too short and too long of a time span to describe his absence. All tragedies associated with the city had malformed into an ugly mass of grief in her mind, yet if she thought too deeply about it she could conjure up the most obscure memories from specific events. So, in reality, she felt as though she was stuck in a warped timezone. When the threat had first moved into New York; when they had first struck â it could have been five years or two weeks ago. âWelcome back, Mr. Woods,â she offhandedly threw the nickname his way. âI hope Iâm not your first stop. Whatâs that thing youâre eternally bound to? Family?â She could ignore his flippant comments about her typical routine. School was important; she took it seriously. And when she was so close to being done for good, she neednât take a break now.
With a lowly huff, he fell into the chair opposite her, leaning back in a way that might have hinted some common ground with the growing number of lazy college students still lingering in the city so surely trying to kill them. The prop of his elbow hooked the corner of his back rest as he did, the red strip of candy fiddled almost meticulously between his fingers, looking her over as she spoke. The smile that grew was slow, everything with Asher was always slow, the ancient wolf snapping off another piece between his teeth, âSo what if you were.â She hadnât been, but he was entirely willing to allow her to think otherwise. âBeing eternally bound kind of loses itâs charm after the first few hundred years and you..----â He sat forward, âAre so much more interesting than they are.â













