  &quot;What is it?&quot;
  &quot;I&hellip;I&hellip;&quot; He tried to catch his breath. &quot;I just saw His highness Lucian. He is alive.&quot;
  .
  &quot;What nonsense are you saying?&quot;
  &quot;I swear Your Highness. I saw him with my two own eyes.&quot; David shook as if remembering what he had seen.
  Fear crept its way slowly into Pierre's heart. Lucian could not be alive. He had made sure that his brother was not breathing before letting the guards take him away.
  &quot;You said you burned him.&quot; Pierre accused.
  &quot;I&hellip;I did.&quot; David said his eyes widening in realization and fear at what he had done. &quot;He will not spare my life.&quot; He said more to himself.
  The horror on David's face was so real that it made Pierre wonder how his brother could have survived all that? Was he really the devil's son?
  He chuckled darkly. That was ridiculous. David mus

  Klara was confused. Irene liked her despite knowing everything? This woman really amazed her.
  &quot;As I said, you can stay here as long as you want.&quot;
  &quot;I might never find somewhere to go.&quot; Klara said realizing the gravity of her own words. What if she really never found somewhere to go?
  &quot;I doubt that.&quot; Irene smiled, her eyes swirling with the knowledge of something that Klara couldn't understand. Then swiftly she stood up &quot;I'll see you at dinner.&quot; She said and left.
  Klara sat alone again, her thoughts drifting away to Lucian. Was he alright? Was Hazel alright? Klara knew that if Hazel got hurt then that would hurt Lucian and she didn't want him to hurt because that would hurt her.
  And then slowly her thoughts drifted to Astrid. Her sister must be so worried right now. Klara felt guilty for being the troublemaker. She always put her sister in

  &quot;Stop!&quot; He yelled taking a step back then holding his head with both his hands as if he was in pain.
  &quot;I thought you were dead. Do you know what I went through believing that?&quot; My eyes teared up again. Speaking of it opened up new wounds. &quot;Lucian&hellip;do you really not remember me?&quot; I asked again hoping everytime the answer would be different but he kept shaking his head and backing away from me. &quot;Do you not remember telling me you loved me?&quot;
  &quot;Please stop!&quot; He backed away until he hit the wall behind him.
  &quot;Do you not remember holding me or kissing me?
  He shook his head violently.
  &quot;Do you not remember sleeping next to me while holding me in your arms?&quot;
  &quot;Stop!&quot; He fell on his knees then fisted his hair. &quot;Stop!&quot; His voice trembled as if he was fighting himself.
  &quot;Lucian?&quot; He didn't

&quot;What is it?&quot;
  &quot;I&hellip;I&hellip;&quot; He tried to catch his breath. &quot;I just saw His highness Lucian. He is alive.&quot;
  .
  &quot;What nonsense are you saying?&quot;
  &quot;I swear Your Highness. I saw him with my two own eyes.&quot; David shook as if remembering what he had seen.
  Fear crept its way slowly into Pierre's heart. Lucian could not be alive. He had made sure that his brother was not breathing before letting the guards take him away.
  &quot;You said you burned him.&quot; Pierre accused.
  &quot;I&hellip;I did.&quot; David said his eyes widening in realization and fear at what he had done. &quot;He will not spare my life.&quot; He said more to himself.
  The horror on David's face was so real that it made Pierre wonder how his brother could have survived all that? Was he really the devil's son?
  He chuckled darkly. That was ridiculous. David must have been feeling guilty that he started imagining things.
  &quot;Just leave.&quot; He sa

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