I looked at the two men, both standing with tense posture and sharp eyes locked on each other, their presence heavy with unspoken challenge. The air between them felt tight, charged with something instinctive and difficult to calm. I spoke quietly, "A long time ago." After a brief pause, I added, "Is there anything I can do to stop them from fighting?"
It had only been a few days since Ashton's accident. His body still carried signs of recovery, and the idea of him stepping into conflict now did not sit right with me. The last time he pushed himself, he had been injured even in peak condition. Now, with lingering wounds, the risk felt greater.
Jared raised a brow at me, his expression light but observant. "Who are you worried about?"
I exhaled softly, not wanting to engage in his teasing tone. "It won't look good for them to fight here."
