Asher POV
I knew she was trouble the second I caught her scent. Not the kind that comes with danger in the way I’m used to or the sharp edge of something meant to challenge me. It was something worse, something that settled under my skin and refused to leave.
New York has never been mine. It’s too full of people and noise that grates against every instinct I have. There’s no space to think there, no room to breathe without someone else trying to climb into your lungs.
But business doesn’t care about preference, and neither does responsibility.
I’d been in the city less than two days when I ended up in that club. It was more out of obligation than choice, a meeting that had dragged too long bleeding into a place I had no patience for. There’s too many bodies and scents, and the flashing
