Page 237 of Stay Scared

That is the closest thing to enthusiasm I am likely to get from him.

I step nearer.

Ash stays where he is.

“Did you think about Crimson Night the whole time?”

“Frequently.”

I roll my eyes.

He continues before I can complain.

“Less by the end.”

That stops me.

Ash looks irritated by his own honesty.

Good.

“What happened after?”

“I went home.”

“Here?”

His mouth presses flat.

“No.”

I blink.

Ash shifts his weight.

“I rented an apartment.”

For several seconds, all I can do is stare.

“You what?”

“It is temporary.”

“Where?”

“Twenty minutes away.”

“You voluntarily sleep somewhere that does not share a property line with an attraction?”

“I have done so four times.”

I laugh so suddenly he looks offended again.

“This is not amusing.”

“This is enormous.”

“It is an apartment.”