Chapter 107

Lucien laid a hand on Daciana's forehead as she lay there unmoving on the bed.

His forehead creased worry as guilt ate at him for not listening to his instincts of going to her.

He was tempted to beat Jamirez for disheartening him when he wanted to go to her.

He stood up as he paced, every step heavy with guilt.

Lucien stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at Daciana's still form. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and her face was a mask of pain.

He felt a pang of guilt in his chest, knowing that he had ignored his instincts when they had been screaming at him to check on her.

He had been so wrapped up in trying to obey her wishes of leaving her alone that he had neglected her, and now she was suffering.

He looked at her laying down, face as pale as a sheet.

She was one of the toughest people he knew, both physically and emotionally. But seeing her lying there, vulnerable and in pain, made him realize just how f