Chapter 253

  LUCIEN'S POV

  Andrea wasn't my son.

  He was my brother.

  My half-brother.

  From the man I'd hated my whole life. The man I'd killed. The man who was somehow still alive.

  The room felt like it was closing in, walls pressing closer, air turning stale. My hands shook at my sides, fists clenchin...

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