Chapter 18 PAIN AND FRUSTRATION

Luciano

The ambulance siren is a screaming, panicked blur, but it can't drown out the sound of Annabella's pain. My hands are coated in the fresh, metallic scent of Killian’s blood. He’s on the gurney beside us, his chest bandaged, his breathing shallow, a stark contrast to the guttural, raw effort ...

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