Chapitre 335: Chapter Three Hundred And Thirty-five: The Vision

"What the hell happened?" Lia asked her son with a furious expression, just as Asher came into the room she had ordered to be made clean earlier with the girl in his arms.

Sophia was a mess; her cloth was torn at some spots, scratch marks at her face and leg when she had tripped and fell; double fang marks on her neck where Asher and Issac had taken her blood; clothes soiled with earth and blood. She looked horrible.

"I'm sorry," Ashton was apologetic yet his eyes never left the sight of his father settling his mate on the bed. Though Ashton knew his father had no ill sentiments towards his mate, he still felt jealous causing a low rumble to leave his throat.

Lia growled back at him demanding his attention back on her which he obeyed, reluctantly. 

"I asked you a damn question, Asher junior, and I deserve an answer,"