Originally, Asher would have exchanged attacks with his opponents, trying to gain as much battle experience as possible, if there was any to gain.
But not this time. If there was anything Asher hated, it was stupid people, people who couldn't mind their own business or simply shut their mouths when it was clearly the better option.
He had ignored Ryan, not because he couldn't respond, but simply because he couldn't be bothered. He didn't have the time to argue or fight with someone over a woman he had just met. It wasn't worth his attention.
Asher wasn't someone who allowed his emotions to be manipulated so easily.
Even as they were about to spar, Asher could feel Ryan's gaze and smug smile. He knew exactly what Ryan wanted, to make him scream, to make him beg, and to make him bleed.
