Asani internally berated himself as he drove dangerously fast toward Nightcaps. How could he have been so stupid as to overlook Zania's evil objective? The Silver Tribe were known for their cruelty and ruthless tactics. With her mind set on retribution, only spilled blood would fulfill her dark desires. He would've gladly shed his own, but his blood apparently wouldn't do. No, she thirsted for his complete undoing and that could only be achieved by ripping Harlow away from him.
Upon their arrival at the pub, the parking lot was mostly empty. Yet an overpowering scent invaded Asani's nostrils. The metallic smell of copper and iron was an intermingling of various fragrances, but one was familiar, Harlow's blood. He had barely managed to park when Jamba had hastily exited the jeep, but Asani
