As Asher and Serena stepped out into the cool night air, the weight of their conversation with the receptionist lingered between them. The city streets were quieter now, with only a few distant figures moving through the alleys, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.
Serena pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. "So, what now?"
Asher glanced up at the sky, his crimson eyes reflecting the moonlight. "We wait and watch. If the Red Fate Organization is aware of us, they'll make a move soon."
Serena scowled. "Waiting around for them to come after us doesn't sound like a great plan."
Asher smirked. "It's not about waiting—it's about setting the board. If they think we're vulnerable, they'll show themselves. And when they do, we strike first."
Serena let out a slow breath. "Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you."
Asher chuckled. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
