Leah Sinclair stared at her, at a loss for words. "...You're insane."
"Yes, I am sick! And it's all Asher Keating's fault! I love him so much, but what does he do? He rejects me, again and again!"
"Seven years ago, I drugged him, and he chose to knock himself out rather than sleep with me! I tried to seduce him in the hot spring, and he nearly drowned me! Then, three years ago, you were the one who got lucky! Why?! Why won't he sleep with me?!"
As she spoke, Madeline Sterling descended into a frenzy. As if unable to control herself, she began to moan and writhe, shouting toward the door, "Asher, come quick!"
Leah Sinclair saw someone walk in, and her pupils constricted. In an instant, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
He had a face identical to Asher Keating's.
"See? See how much I love him? To be with him, to make him sleep with me, I spent so much time and energy finding this man, just to have him surgically altered to look exactly like Asher Keating."
