Asher looked up with anticipation when the door to the prison was opened. Ever since that conversation with his mother where she found out his identity, he couldn't wait to see her again.
This time there would be no pretense between them - no disguising his personality, manner of speaking just to mimic Raphael.
It would be the both of them, mother and her abandoned son Asher - with Raphael's face.
"Mom, you - " Asher trailed off when he discovered it was not who he was expecting at all - Ezekiel.
Did he somehow figure something out? Did he know Helen now knows about him?
Asher had a nagging feeling since last night that a vampire must have eavesdropped on their discussion and reported back to him.
"Why are you here? Where's my mother?" He asked the heartless vampire who wasn't bothered with the bitterness in his tone.
"I clearly underestimated you"
