Lucian's POV
I jolted awake, a frantic scream tearing from my throat. "Alina!"
"Relax, Lucian," Ilya said, her hands reaching out to calm me down.
I whipped my head around, my chest heaving. "How did I get here?"
"I brought you here," she replied, a bright, chilling smile spreading across her face. "This will be our bedroom from now on."
I gritted my teeth and tried to force myself out of the bed, but my muscles completely failed me. A crushing weakness flooded my limbs, and I collapsed heavily back onto the mattress. "Where is Alina? I want to see her."
Ilya let out a jagged, mocking laugh. "Seriously, Lucian? You can't even pretend for too long, can you? We just got back here and you're already showing me how much you don't like me."
"I don't have time for this," I snarled, fighting through the exhaustion. "Where is Alina?"
"She's dead," Ilya said, her expression instantly turning deadpan and straight-faced.
