Author's POV
"What the hell are you two doing out here in the middle of the night?"
The air was quiet and still. But Asher's voice cut through it as he walked toward them in a slow and deliberate step.
Alistair turned, furrowing his brows. His fist curled at his side at the sight of Asher.
"What are you doing here, rascal?"
Asher blinked. He was a little confused about his actions. "What kind of question is that?" he said, stopping just a few feet away. "This is my house. Where else would I be?"
"Go inside," Alistair said flatly in a cold tone. "I've got something to talk about with Lucien alone.
Asher didn't move at first. But then his eyes drifted past them… toward a car parked a few feet away from them. His expression changed the second he saw Sera, who was asleep in the passenger seat, wrapped in a stranger's blazer.
His jaw clenched at the sight. He really hated Lucien for being around Sera.
