She got up slowly, and the fallen hockey player got to his feet beside her. “Shit, I cut myself. Can’t you clean this shit up? Isn’t that your job?” the player barked at the waitress. He went to turn and was shoulder-checked hard. He staggered back a few paces, obscenities flying from his mouth until he saw who had stopped him. Asher stood there, scratching his head, clearly perplexed and pissed off at the same time. I hadn’t even felt him move away from my side. “Martino, we all good? It was just an accident, man.” Asher laughed, and it was a chilling sound. “Sure, we’re good, just apologize
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