Chapter 38 The private clinic room smelled of antiseptic and blood. I sat beside Lucian’s bed, holding his large, calloused hand between both of mine, my thumbs stroking the back of his knuckles over and over as if the motion could will him back to consciousness. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Machines breathed for him, pumped fluids into his veins, and tracked every fragile beat of his heart. He looked so pale against the white sheets. The powerful, dominant man who had carried me to his penthouse that first night, who had commanded me to call him Daddy while he ruined me so thoroughly, now lay motionless, tubes running from his arms and chest. The second bullet had done more damage than the doctors initially thought. They had repaired the artery, stopped the worst of the bleeding, but he had lost too much blood. The doctors said the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours would decide e
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