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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY_ LUCIAN’S POV

作者: Claire Ree
last update 公開日: 2026-05-18 21:48:48
I barely got to sleep.

At some point during the night, exhaustion had dragged me into unconsciousness for an hour or two at most, but every time I closed my eyes properly—

I saw him again.

The man in the hospital room.

The precision in the way he moved, in the way he fought.

The way he adapted instantly.

Not amateur— he had to be military.

And worst of all—

the blade.

I adjusted my cufflinks slowly in the mirror as I dressed, feeling jaw clench slightly at the memory.

AMTAC
Claire Ree

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Bobbie
I still feel Nathaniel is very insecure and he will always accuse Claire of loving Lucien. I am pro Lucien
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Sidney Siqueira
Go Lucian crush him!!!!
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