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

woman get drunk and

Shoot!

the bathroom door and found the woman still lying in the

changed into

breathed a

over, bent down, and looked at

with steam. Her cheeks were flushed.

sleeping face was incredibly serene, like a baby’s

her up. Startled awake by

control the anger bubbling up

you just

her eyelids before closing

anger in Lucian’s

teeth, holding

“Ouch, that hurts!”

was hurting.

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