Asnaya was right in the heart of Kerotia—poor, dangerous, and chaotic. The illegal armed forces there were super bold, constantly clashing with the government, who couldn't do much about it. Regular people wouldn't dare go there unless it was absolutely necessary. Alexander's trip was risky. Honestly, it felt like he was gambling with his life.
Avery glanced at the clock—it was almost nine at night. "Okay, when are you coming over?"
"I'll be taking a helicopter," he said. "How about we meet at Skyview Bistro in half an hour? Does that work for you?"
Avery nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good." Then she paused. "But Asnaya is super dangerous. Do you really have to go?"