Chapter 20 Dreams Worth Fighting For

• Sage's Point Of View
• As we approached Sweet Dreams, I caught sight of a familiar figure waiting outside. Ash was leaning against the wall, his messy black hair falling into his eyes. His arms, covered in intricate tattoos, were crossed over his chest as he scanned the street.
• When he spotted us, his eyebrows shot up, disappearing beneath his unruly fringe. "Well, I'll be damned," he drawled, pushing off the wall. "If it isn't the prodigal son and the queen of cupcakes."