A day and some hours have passed since he was held captive and thankfully, he was slowly gaining back his strength.
Though they still refused to feed him with human blood - animal blood would even go a long way in restoring him to his prime - but his mother Helen insistently fed him her blood.
Human food did nothing to sustain him yet they brought it over but Asher didn't dare to eat it, they laced it with vervain - he wasn't born this morning.
Ezekiel could have shoved it down his throat but he was being careful not to upset his mate.
Right now, it was late and they finally brought him outside to look around - in restraints. There was no thought of escaping since men encompassed him about but he still didn't lose hope
-there was no harm in knowing the interior and exterior of the mansion for escape's sake.
