ASHER
Monday morning arrived like a punishment.
I was up before my alarm, sitting at my desk in the dark with my Advanced Molecular Biology textbook open in front of me. The words blurred. I read the same paragraph four times and retained nothing because Reed's voice was still looping somewhere behind my eyes.
'You're starting to crave me.'
I pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. Stop, study and be useful for something.
By the time the sun came up, I had memorized three full chapters. I threw myself into my studies with an intensity that scared me a little.
