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.

Why would he

Where was Allison?

looked around the empty room. Where the hell was Allison?

drunk and

Shoot!

found the woman still lying in the tub.

in the tub was drained. She had changed into a bathrobe and was curled up

finally breathed a

walked over, bent down, and looked at her

steam. Her cheeks

her sleeping face was incredibly

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

control the anger bubbling up in his chest.

did you just

her eyelids before closing them again.

Lucian’s

teeth, holding her even tighter.

“Ouch, that hurts!”

was hurting.

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