Asher’s POV
“What do you think happened to him?” Isabella asked, worry thick in her voice as we both stood by the bed, watching him lie there, motionless, his wounds freshly bandaged by the doctor.
“I don’t know, Bella,” I said, voice low and tight. “But whoever did this… they’ll pay.” My grip tightened around my phone as I pulled it out, about to call Michael. Before I could even dial, a knock sounded at the door.
It creaked open, and Michael stepped in.
“Asher,” he said, eyes meeting mine briefly before they flicked to Sean. His face froze. Eyes widening, he rushed toward the bed, then turned back to me. “What the hell happened?” His voice trembled with concern.
“I wish I knew,” I said, jaw clenched. “We’ll get answers as soon as Sean wakes up.”
Right on cue, a low groan broke thro
