I stiffened.
My heart did this annoying little lurch thing, like it recognized the voice before my brain did.
No. Fucking. Way. It couldn't be.
"You," I blurted, staring at him like he'd slapped me with a fish.
He raised a white brow. "Still alive, I see. Not drowning in the ocean or sobbing in a public bar bathroom. What a miracle."
Ash's face snapped between the two of us. "Wait. Wait, wait. You two know each other?"
"No," I said too quickly. "Nope. Definitely not."
"Yes," he said at the exact same time. "Tragically it seems." He tilted his head, eyes gleaming like a maniac. "She was the stray cat I picked the other day that loved to bite."
Ash's jaw fell open.
I turned to Ash. "We do not know each other. He, he picked me up one night when I was having a breakdown. That's it."
"She tried to drown herself," Sylas added helpfully.
"I did not!"
