Lucian stood by the French windows, eyes shut, fists clenched tightly.

Suddenly, a wave of pain shot through his hand. He furrowed his brows, opened his eyes, and looked at his left hand.

The wound had stopped bleeding, and the shards of glass had been washed away by the sea. A delayed sting from the saltwater finally reached

his brain.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

In his rush to save Allison, he had completely forgotten about the injury on his hand.

He found the first–aid kit, took out some disinfectant, and quickly bandaged himself up.

Then he slumped into a lounge chair, overcome with fatigue, and shut his eyes.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he suddenly jerked awake,

He dreamed of Allison being swept away by the sea.

forehead was drenched in sweat. Why would he have such a dream?

Where was Allison?

empty room. Where

and pass out in

Shoot!

the bathroom door and found

tub was drained. She had changed into

a

over, bent down, and looked at her peaceful, sleeping

with steam. Her cheeks were

face was incredibly serene, like a

profile, bent down, and picked her up. Startled awake by his movement, she blinked drowsily

know how to control the anger bubbling up in his chest.

just call me?”

she barely lifted her eyelids before closing them again. “Jason, what are you doing here?”

Lucian’s

gritted his teeth, holding

“Ouch, that hurts!”

shoulder was hurting.

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