7
It was a long, quiet walk back to Asher's house. The hours had been swallowed by the day and shadows hinted at the coming night. Every time a child ran past us, I couldn't help but remember the two missing members of Asher's 'men,' and the adorable but worried Dakota.
"Are you hungry?" Asher spoke up.
My stomach answered for me with a loud rumble. I blushed beneath my body's rude interruption. "A little."
"We didn't get to eat there, did we?" Asher mused with a tinge of regret and annoyance.
"You don't see him very often, do you?" I guessed.
Asher shook his head. "No, but here's a cart." We reached one of the many street food vendors who wheeled their way through the great city.
A quick purchase and I was holding some cooked meat on a stick. The color was faintly pinkish wi
