Juliette’s Point of ViewMy hands trembled as I pointed forward. “That’s Ivan?” I said in shock. He was lying unconscious in a pool of blood. I had no idea whether it was his or not. The metallic scent of it filled the air, sharp and nauseating.“Fuck. This is bad,” Lucian whispered, making no attempt to check on him. His eyes scanned the surrounding area quickly, assessing threats.
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