Chapter 166 Stitching His Leg

LUCA'S POV

I open my eyes.

The ceiling spins in a slow, dizzying circle. The expensive crystal chandelier is gone. Frayed electrical wires hang from the cracked plaster, sparking in the dim light. Thick gray smoke hangs in the air. It burns my lungs with every breath. The smell of sulfur, copper, ...

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