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"A-Asher?" Sofia stammered, her blue eyes bulging like they might pop out. "What are you doing in the ladies’ room?"
Asher stepped forward, placing himself between me and them like a human shield.
"Ladies’ room? I don’t see a lady here, Sofia." His voice was low, cold. Like steel dipped in ice.
It wasn’t aimed at me, but it still made me shiver. There was no soul in that tone.
Sofia blinked, thrown off. "The only one who’s not a lady is this cheap escort you brought into a high-class event," she spat, glossy lips pouting. "You can dress a chimpanzee in designer heels and silk, but it still walks like a monkey, talks like a monkey, and smells like one. This is not a circus."
Asher didn’t flinch. Hands tucked casually in his pockets, but his stance was rigid, like a mountain that
