Page 28 of Asher

“Righteous,” she whispered back.

Once we made it to the door, we both stood and waited.

We didn’t have to wait long.

Because there was a knock on the door.

Stella opened the door, and my breath caught at Asher.

He had smoothed his hair back.

A black button-up, dark jeans, and his kutte.

And the man that was standing at his side, wait... was that?

I looked at Stella to see her cheeks were pink.

Umm, how in the world was Asher okay with this?

But I got my answer.

“Since it’s prom, figure it’s okay. Stella, you can ride Kyrian.”

Stella tried but failed and smiled big.

She’s had a crush on the man since the first time she saw him.

That was the real reason why she tried to hook me up with guys in high school.

She hoped that one of them would be good enough and would have a friend, and she would be able to work out her infatuation with Kyrian. Seeing as he was twelve years older than she was.

But she had nothing to fear compared to the age difference between me and my crush.

But my eyes were back on Kyrian, who jerked his chin at Stella.

Kyrian. A man with no last name.

A silent man who did amazing ink.

A man who did amazing ink at almost six foot four.

A six-foot-four bald-headed man.

And now I knew why he was here.

Because Kyrian was the only tattoo artist, Creature would let work on him. And Creature being Creature, who wasn’t a fan of enclosed spaces.

My eyes moved to Kyrian’s shirt, and when I saw a light blue flower pinned to his shirt, I smiled, and when I looked at Asher’s kutte and saw the same thing but a deep red flower, I smiled even harder.

Asher asked, “Are you ladies ready to go to prom?”

We both nodded.

Kyrian stood to the side, as did Asher.

Once we passed them, Stella started down the stairs, and I followed.

We made it to their bikes, and Asher leaned in and said, “The way you look in that dress, no way in hell should it be wasted. So, climb on.”

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