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That night, King Lucien's sleep was disturbed much more than it has always been.

For some painful incomprehensible reasons, nightmares about what happened to Declan plagued his unconsciousness. His waking moments are no better.

An hour after midnight, he was wide awake with a hurting heart and a head filled with painful memories of his cousin who died in the most horrible way right in front of him.

In the dark of the night, he clenched his hands into fists, wishing the pain will stop. If only Danika was here...

Danika. His heart unclenched a bit at the thought of her. How is she? How is his child?

Getting up from the bed, he entered the bathroom, turned on the cold water overhead, and let it wash over him.

Not for the first time, he regretted giving his word to help the