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27. Heartbreak

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Chapter 27: Heartbreak

LUCIAN’S POV

A sledgehammer pounded inside my skull, each throb tearing through the fog of sleep. My eyes cracked open, the living room’s chandelier stabbing light into my vision.

I was sprawled on the couch, my neck kinked, my mouth tasting like ash. What the hell? I never crashed on the couch—my bed was a fucking throne, not this leather slab. My stomach twisted, nausea curling like smoke, and I pressed my palms to my temples, wincing as the headache roared louder. The mansion was too quiet, the air heavy with the faint scent of garlic and cream from last night’s dinner.

I sat up, the cough groaning under me, and scanned the room. Empty. No Ethan, no soft footsteps, no teasing “good morning” I’d half-hoped for. Just silence, thick and wrong. My pulse kicked up, a cold sweat prickling my neck. I staggered to my feet, the room tilting like a funhouse, my legs wobbly as if I’d downed a bottle of whiskey. I gripped the armrest, my knuckles blanching, and forced
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