Ash's family lived in a luxurious apartment—the same one they had visited during the pool party.
But that wasn't where Sky found him.
After some effort, he tracked Ash down to another apartment. It wasn't as large, but it still reeked of wealth, the kind that dripped from every polished surface and designer furnishing.
The guy who answered the door looked vaguely familiar—one of the many people Ash kept around, people who came and went like interchangeable pieces of his reckless, messy life. Sky didn't acknowledge him. His business wasn't with some random hanger-on. It was with Ash.
The guy must have known it too because he didn't ask questions, just jerked his head toward the wide glass doors at the end of the dining area. Beyond them was a pool, shimmering under the evening lights.
Sky barely registered how rude he was being as he brushed past and walked straight outside.
And there he was.
Ash.
In the pool. With a girl.
