Asher turned into a narrow alleyway in New York—one of those places that doesn't even exist on Google Maps, the kind of street that makes you feel like if you scream, the bricks will just swallow your voice.
He stopped in front of a rusted, heavy iron door. Two massive guards were waiting there, their faces covered in scars that looked more like battle trophies than accidents. Madison sensed a predatory, non-human ferocity in their eyes. But the moment they saw Asher, they bowed their heads as if a God had just graced them with his presence.
I moved toward the door, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I have to get in there," I whispered to myself.
The guards stepped forward to block me, their shadows looming like mountains of meat. But then, Asher's velvety voice echoed from the corridor, cutting through the damp air like a diamond.
"Let her pass... She is the guest of honor."
