Asher
I lay in the fetal position on the ground at Gio’s feet. I could still smell and taste the putrid stench of the vile monster on my face and tongue. I cried silently, allowing my anger to roll down my cheeks. A low groan pulled me from my trauma, and I looked up to see Gio’s face screwed up in pain.
“Dove siamo, fatino?” he asked. I gave him a small smile.
“Insieme, tesoro mio, Gio.” I said. He lifted his head and looked around before allowing his eyes to find mine. I watched as misery cast a woeful shadow over his beautiful aristocratic features.
“You are hurt. Who did this to you, amore mio?” I stood wearily and buried my face in his dangling feet.
“It doesn’t matter. Are you ok?” I asked gently.
“No. I am not. I am in terrible pain. I do not understand. How do they find u
