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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: PANIC.

She stood still, her face completely white. How come Lucas was here all of a sudden with a notice?

"Holy shit! Lucas, what are you doing here?"

She held him firmly as his body slipped to the floor. He blinked rapidly, and when he looked up, there was disappointment in his eyes.

"Bun…" he started but failed.

"Lucas…" she panicked, her heart racing.

She looked behind and saw a pool of blood dripping from under him. It made her sick.

"Oh my God! What in the fuck have I done?"

"Are you ok…okay?" She cried, patting his shoulders.

Lucas opened his mouth to speak but the words failed to form. His back was hurting like thousands of soldier ants were drilling holes in them.

The knife had penetrated deep, and he feared he might lose his ability to walk, worst, he feared he might die.

He had only come to surprise her, not hurt her, so why did she behave in such a rash manner? And the fuck, she had a fucking guard, so why did she think she could be attacked under a guard's nose?

Or was he at fau
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