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

Where was Allison?

room. Where

drunk and pass out in the

Shoot!

flung open the bathroom door and found the woman still

drained. She had changed

finally breathed a

bent down, and looked at her peaceful, sleeping

bathroom was filled with steam.

sleeping face was incredibly serene,

up. Startled awake by his movement, she blinked drowsily and asked, “Eh,,

how to control the anger bubbling up in his chest.

you just call me?”

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

anger in Lucian’s eyes flared up.

his teeth, holding

“Ouch, that hurts!”

shoulder was

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