"You're completely overreacting," James sighed as Misty slammed the door to his and Jessie's room shut, "As you can clearly see, it's standard here. Jessie and I have one room, one bed."

"It's different!" Misty shrieked, "You've known each other since you were children."

Jessie raised an eyebrow, "Do I have to remind you that so have you and Ash?"

"It's different…" she insisted but her voice softened, "What happened to the compassion you were showing me before about all of this?"

"It's still here, but come on! We can't roll out the red carpet for you," James put his hands on her shoulders and sat her down on the edge of the bed.

"That's been bothering me, how do you two even know?" she seemed a little calmer but Jessie and James kept their distance.

"Delia told us, when she said that you'd be against doing this and we asked why," Jessie shrugged as she sat down next to Misty on the bed.

The newly brunette woman looked down, she didn't know that Delia knew. If the roles had been reversed, Misty wasn't sure that she'd tell people on her side of the breakup everything that she did.

"So," Jessie punctuation the word by slapping her hands on her knees, "should we get down to business?"

"Business?"

"We're trying to get Asher back to Ash correct?" Misty nodded, "So you need to know everything I know."

"That makes sense, so what do you know?"

"Well the timelines don't add up, from the time that Delia said Ash disappeared and when Giovanni introduced him to me as my brother. There's about two weeks missing. I don't know what happened to him then, but I think I know what's keeping him this way."

She got up and moved her back to the door, "There's these pills, he takes one everyday. I don't know exactly what they do but I think it affects his brain."

"So I have to figure out what these pills do? Why don't we just have him not take one?" Misty asked.

"Okay, sure. A sister he barely knows or a woman he doesn't want around, who do you think he's more likely to take advice from?"

"I get your point, okay," Misty rolled her eyes and stood up, "So play nice to get Asher to trust me enough?"

"Good girl," Jessie laughed ushering Misty back out of her room and shutting the door behind her.

She sighed and leaned against the wall next to Jessie and James' door.

I can do this, she thought with a sigh. I can pretend for a little while.

Misty pushed herself away from the wall and walked slowly back to the room Asher and her would have to share.

Since Misty had walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas, Asher couldn't stop snickering.

"Are you really that terrified of me?" he asked, taking in her appearance.

Misty frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm not terrified of anything, this is what I always sleep in."

Asher nodded slowly, "There's still a tag on your shirt."

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she reached to pull it off. After leaving Jessie and James' room, Misty had gone back to her room and began to unpack her suitcase. When she had reached her planned sleep clothes, a cami and shorts, Misty decided to go shopping. She came back with at least five different outfits of flannel shirts and pants, the least attractive sleepwear she could find.

He shrugged and stripped down to his underwear before jumping into bed, leaving his clothes scattered on the floor. It was a habit so reminiscent of Ash that Misty caught herself smiling slightly as she shut off the light and crawled into the other side of the bed.

"I've decided," Asher announced into the darkness, assuming that Misty hadn't fallen asleep yet, "that it's better to be nice to you, even though I still don't think I need a partner."

She smirked, "That's very nice of you."

"As long as you're nice to me," he amended.

"Of course," Misty yawned allowing herself to fall into a deep sleep.

Asher lay on the other side of the bed, too exhausted to get up, but too awake to fall asleep. He turned his head to the side and stared at Haille. She was pretty when she slept, her face washed free of the makeup that had covered it before and a soft smile resting on her lips.

He couldn't help but wonder what she was dreaming about. Her family? Friends? Maybe a boy, but Asher didn't dwell on that idea for too long. He knew what was expected of him, if there was one thing that Giovanni was most concerned about, it was the continuation of his line.

It was the reason he had to have a partner, not for any sort of camaraderie or protection, Asher was supposed to make Haille fall in love with him.