Asher’s POV

The loud beat of the music in the club matched the pounding in my chest as I leaned in closer to Kat. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she shook her head at me.

“This is a bad idea, Asher. A terrible idea,” she said, her voice sharp, piercing through the thrum of music and loud conversations around us.

I folded my arms over my chest, trying to ignore the guilt gnawing at me from the inside. “You don’t get it, Kat. This can work. It has to work.”

She gave me a look that could shoot daggers. “No, Asher, it doesn’t have to work. It won’t...