“You look like you’ve seen better days...” he whispered into the ear of the large male hunched over the table at the banquet hall. Asher would have recognized that look anywhere, considering he lived it like a day before. Deciding to claim the spot beside his new comrade, he rubbed at his back, an impulsive attempt to ease whatever pain the guy was clearly recovering from. “Let me guess, took a shot or two of the ambrosia last night?” He’s been there, done that, and prayed he would never have to again.
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