48: The Beleaved Souls

Asher had lot count of the number of times he had fallen in and out of consciousness. There was literally no part of his body that hadn't tasted some kind of beating. Either whip, fist, kick, or slap. Even opening his eyes felt like a hard chore. But despite it all, he hadn't even admitted to k owing where Lucas or his daughter were. It was a secret he would rather take to his grave. And he might. Unless Dragana or his friends, whom he was supposed to meet with, figure out anything was a miss. The last time he spoke to them was when he postponed their drinks plan to a later hour because he had been summoned to the mansion. Is Mathias Fredric's man as well? Asher wondered if the old man had known all along what Frederic and his daughter had done.

Asher was getting a headache, either from thinking too much or because his poor wounded head lay on the cold concrete. Were it a weaker man, he might have begging for a quick death by now or screaming the needed like Frederic hoped. Asher tho