Isabelle fell to the floor, wiping the side of her lips she stared at Asher who was holding a hot towel for her, she took it and wiped her mouth once more, burying her face in the towel she hid from him. Asher's warm and slender fingers wrapped around her arm and he pulled her hand away from her face. "Look at me" he ordered gently, and slowly she lifted her head to face him.
"How did you find me?" She asked.
"You happened to be in the very first restaurant I ran into, you weren't in the first door I slid open but I did manage to find you at the end of the day, and you are okay." He sighed, "do you have any idea how worried I was? Why wouldn't you answer your phone?"
Isabelle looked away as she replied, "how could I? I was fighting for my life."
"I am sorry. I feel so regretful and incompetent, I sent you to him."
