Meanwhile—
At the backside of Adelyn's apartment, a blonde woman dressed in leather pants and a fitted black biker jacket leapt down from the wall with effortless ease.
Her movements were swift and fluid —as though climbing up and down a building without support was no more difficult than walking on flat ground.
"See? It wasn't difficult at all," she said, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeves. "Knocking a few metal pipes was enough to solve the problem."
Asher frowned at her.
But before he could respond, another voice cut in from the side.
"You didn't climb up there to solve the problem," a young man said as he stepped into the dim light. "You went there to officially invite her in."
As he moved forward, his appearance became clearer. Dressed casually, he didn't look older than twenty-five. Yet there was something in his presence —something unfathomable —that warned against underestimating him.
Especially not because of his age.
