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.

in sweat. Why

Where was Allison?

empty room. Where the hell was

get drunk and pass out in the

Shoot!

door and found the woman still lying

the tub was drained. She had changed

a sigh

down, and looked at her

steam. Her cheeks were flushed.

sleeping face was incredibly serene,

down, and picked her up. Startled awake by his movement, she blinked drowsily and asked, “Eh,, who are you?”

didn’t know how to control the

did you just

she barely lifted her eyelids before closing them

anger in Lucian’s eyes flared

He gritted his teeth,

“Ouch, that hurts!”

was

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