The Lansing House
He could see the lump at the edge of the bed where his feet were, and he avoided the floorboard that always creaked when stepped on.
Joey lay on his side, his back to the door. Asher rounded the bed, and pulled Joey’s sleeping form out of the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud, cursing, and flailing his arms.
“It’s not so easy to kill me,” Asher said harshly, as he pulled Joey to his feet.
“Asher?” His eyes were wide with shock. “It wasn’t personal, I swear.”
“It felt pretty personal to me when they asked me to dig my own grave, Joey!”
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