"I hope you're satisfied," Asher said as he and Jett strolled down the corridor.
"Hell yeah. We should do this again," Jett replied with a cocky grin. Before Jett could add another word, Asher melted into the shadows, his figure dissolving into the dim light without a single reply, leaving Jett to wonder what was going on with him.
"Ah gosh, what's with him?" Jett muttered to himself as he reached his door. His hand hesitated on the cool doorknob; he let out a quiet, disappointed sigh before opening the door and slipping inside.
Inside, everything appeared serene. Freya lay fast asleep in her bed, unaware of his return. Yet, Jett's instincts screamed that something was off.
In one fluid motion, he drew his sword, the metallic ring of its release echoing softly as he swept it behind him. His eyes darted around until they fixed on a familiar silhouette… someone standing too close.
