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41. HORROR

Earlier that evening.

Jazz and Thomas were the only familiar faces in the room and they came up, standing and chatting.

I had never exchanged more than a few words with Jazz; as for Thomas, the only time we had had much of a conversation had been when Lucien had taken me out on a disastrous night after my nineteenth birthday.

I felt a little uneasy when they stood beside me, speaking in a very familiar way.

But then, Lucien had moved away, looking glacial and dangerous as he watched me from afar, brooding as he stood, a hand in his trouser pocket, the other nursing the tumbler of alcohol which never seemed to be empty.

I could not help sneaking worried looks at him. I so desperately wanted to return home, to my children. Lucien seemed to be furious, a possessive rage that made him seem dangerous, more than ever before.

The two young men who kept me company tried to get me to join them in drinking but I was firm.

I hated alcohol.

The man who had publicly declared that he was going to w
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