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

Where was Allison?

looked around the empty room. Where

get drunk and pass out in the bathroom?

Shoot!

the bathroom door and found the woman still lying in

changed into a bathrobe and was curled

breathed a sigh of

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

steam.

moment, her sleeping face was incredibly serene, like

awake

didn’t know how to control the anger bubbling

you just call

and tired; she barely lifted her eyelids before closing them again. “Jason, what

Lucian’s eyes flared up.

his teeth,

“Ouch, that hurts!”

shoulder was hurting.

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