Chapter 47: The FuneralThey said it was him.The coroner. The police. Even Marcus, who'd flown in the moment he heard. They all looked at that bloated, damaged face and said the same thing."It's Lucian Volkov. I'm sorry for your loss."I didn't believe them.Couldn't believe them.That thing on the table—waterlogged, features barely recognizable, skin gray and peeling—that wasn't him. That wasn't my Lucian."The dental records match," the coroner said gently. He had kind eyes. Probably practiced that expression in the mirror for moments like this. "The height, build, the old fracture in his left arm from childhood. It all matches.""Then the records are wrong.""Ms. Castellanos—""They're wrong. That's not him." I stood. Backed away from the viewing window. "Lucian is alive. He's out there somewhere and you're all wasting time looking at the wrong body."Marcus took my arm. "Amara, I know this is hard—""You don't know anything." I yanked free. "None of you do. If that was Lucian, I
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