#Chapter 54: Brother’s Regret

Elara I stared at the spot where Asher had just been sitting, my jaw working hard. For a moment, just a moment, I wondered if I should turn around and leave. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. “A strip club, Asher?” I ground out. “Why here?” He simply shrugged one shoulder. “It’s low-key. And neither the staff nor the patrons here are going to snitch if they recognize us together.” I frowned, finding that hard to believe. But the way he was looking up at me, not a hint of mischief in his eyes, made me stay—even if it was the stupidest thing I’d ever done. Finally, with a sigh, I slid into the booth and set my bag down beside me. I kept my distance, though, opting to keep the table between us. He didn’t seem terribly bothered, and just gestured toward me when the waiter came to take my drink order. I shook my head and leaned back in my seat. “So,” Asher said coolly, taking a sip of his drink, “what did you want to meet me for?” I paused f