Jett leaned against the wall, casually dusting off his sleeves as he watched Asher step fully into the light.
"Busy, huh? Busy hiding in the shadows and throwing knives at people? Must be exhausting." Jett's grin widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes daring Asher to react.
Asher crossed his arms, his sharp gaze locked on Jett. "Spit it out, or leave. I don't have time for your games."
Jett waved the letter in his hand, his movements exaggerated with mock nonchalance. "Relax, I came with an actual reason. Turns out an important guy sent me an invitation. Figured I'd drop by and see what you make of this."
The mention of the invitation drew a slight twitch from Asher's brow. "Ross?" he asked, already exasperated as he took the letter Jett offered.
His eyes darted over the text, his expression darkening with every line. By the time he finished, he handed it back with a scoff. "Why bother me with this nonsense? Didn't they already say you're not club material?"
