QUOTE : Or me. As Asher pulled into Ivy’s driveway, I was reminded of the fact that I wasn’t as removed from the power players in this town as I felt. There was a limo parked in the drive. Asher eyed it. “Just another afternoon at Ivy Kendrick’s house?” The car had shaded windows, with glass that I deeply suspected was bulletproof. One of Ivy’s clients, I thought. With any luck, maybe she would be busy enough that she wouldn’t have time to cross-examine me about why I’d skipped school—or where I’d spent the afternoon. I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the car door.