Drowning (1st book)

14. The Lost One

It's been a week since I was thrown into a portal and had to explain to my family why I was dripping wet when I walked into my house.

I wonder how Lucifer tortured Asher. One million different (painful) ideas pop into my head.

I went to school, came home, checked the lake for Asher and then went to bed worrying more about Asher.

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The weeks turn into months, and soon enough it's December. It's been six months since I've seen Asher. I go through every day like a pick through ice.

I put on my red pea coat and walk out to the frozen lake.

Where is Asher? Surely they aren't still torturing him!

How is he ever going to get through the frozen lake?

I'm never going to see him again.

I was nauseated that he would take me to hell, but now that I see what he did to save me; even though he doesn't have any feelings for me, I realize, I don't hate him. I still have butterflies.

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I turn my light off and snuggle into my covers. I try not to think about Asher.

Don't tell me you've developed feelings for this disgusting God worshiper?

Of course not!

He doesn't love you. This isn't a Taylor Swift song.

I squeeze my eyes shut trying to block out my thoughts.

Then I hear a loud thump.

I sit up in my bed.

What was that?

Thump.

Where is it coming from?

Crack!

It sounds like ice cracking!

Could it be?

Is it Asher Dorian?

I don't bother changing out of my unicorn pajamas. I throw on my pea coat and tiptoe out the door.

I break into a sprint.

Once I get to the lake, nothing has changed.

I circle around it a few times and give up. He's gone, Rose. It was your imagination.

I turn around to leave when I hear this massive explosion.

I turn around to see Asher hanging off the side of a large break in the ice.