Charles Quincy Ascher Einstein Novels & Stories

Surely they are an immortal. "Like I said, the least you know, the better. Aspen called me manipulative? You haven't met Sinful yet. He may not be able to fully read your thoughts, but he will get them out in his own special ways," Asher tells me, looking directly out the window rather than at me. "Is he like you?" I question. Asher casts his gaze over at me fully this time. It's straightforward and slightly irritated. "Like me?"