LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

My knuckles were split open from the assault done by they had inflicted earlier, causing a deep burning pain in my hand as I sat. But I barely felt it; all I could see was the same image from earlier.

Sloane, bloodied, pale, sickly….dying. My leg bounced against the side table as I tried to keep myself seated, as my skin suddenly grew burning hot; sweat lingered on the back of my neck, my forehead, and my clothes felt fucking damp.

All I wanted ...