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68. What Am I To You?

Author: Lily's Ecstasy

Last Updated: 2025-08-05 18:40:28

Chapter 68: What Am I To You?

LUCIAN’S POV

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and despair, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white walls. I lay propped on a stiff bed, my abdomen throbbing where doctors had dug out Viktor’s bullet, the stitches pulling with every breath. My blood-stained shirt lay crumpled in a corner, replaced by a thin gown that did nothing to warm the chill in my bones. The pain was a dull roar, but it was nothing compared to the storm in my chest—Ethan’s desperate voice still echoing in my head, his cry for help on that rain-soaked highway.

Marco stood by the window, his arms crossed, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with a disappointment I could feel across the room. He hadn’t spoken since we’d arrived, since the ambulance had screeched into the ER, Ethan and I both bleeding, half-conscious. I’d waved off the medics, my voice hoarse, demanding they tend to Ethan first—his forehead gash, his grazed arm, the blood soaking hi

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James Pitogo

true he doesn't deserve his love

Ogoina Pearl

Please let Lucian end up with Marco... Ethan doesn’t deserve him.

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