Asher looked between the two of them like a stunned audience member in a drama he didn't audition for.
"I think… you misunderstood his words…" he said weakly, glancing at Darkness with a cautious smile.
"I can hear perfectly well what he said!" Darkness snapped, teeth gritted, his jaw so tense it looked like it could snap a brick in half. "And even if you go crawling to Lilith, she wouldn't give you a second glance."
Strom, instead of being insulted, actually smiled—no, smirked with a maddening calmness.
"Actually…" he began slowly, voice dipped in lazy arrogance, "she will definitely like me… if she knew."
"Knew what?" Darkness growled, stepping forward.
Strom didn't reply. He just gave a mysterious smile, eyes shimmering with a secret that annoyed Darkness more than anything.
And Asher, poor confused Asher, raised his hand like a referee trying to stop two wolves from fighting over territory.