"I'm just a concerned citizen. She clearly doesn't want to talk to you, so you should back off," Asher responded, his tone calm, devoid of any hostility.
He wasn't trying to provoke anyone—he was stating a fact.
Spike's eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
"Don't interfere. This is a personal matter," he warned, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Or else."
Asher tilted his head slightly. "Or else what?"
"Or else, you'll end up in the hospital. Or worse, in the morgue," Spike said, his tone cold and threatening.
The crowd stepped back, their eyes wide with fear. People whispered nervously, glancing between Spike and the stranger who dared to stand up to him.
Asher didn't respond—not because he was afraid, but because he found Spike's threats laughable. It was like watching a baby trying to intimidate an adult.