After the whipping he had endured, Asani was spent. If it weren't for the iron shackles holding him up, he would have surely collapsed onto the ground. Though he had tried to conceal the extent of the pain he had experienced, he had miserably failed. The moment his gaze connected to Harlow's, it was unmistakable that she had gone through hell watching him being punished. He had tried to keep her from witnessing, but he should have known his headstrong lady wouldn't heed his warning.
Nevertheless, he was somewhat comforted by her presence. Though he loathed his self-serving sentiments, he did appreciate how she grounded him with her positive thoughts. Whatever she had pondered during his lashings had soothed his mind and given him the strength to carry on. Solomon and Min carried her and
