Lucian tried forcing his body to move despite the overwhelming pain consuming him.
His trembling fingers slowly lifted forward.
Every movement felt unbreathably heavy.
Still—
He forced himself upward.
With visible struggle, Lucian slowly pushed his body upright until he was finally sitting beneath the broken rubble.
Lia remained seated on his lap, completely naked.
Her warm body pressed directly against his bloodied chest.
Lucian's breathing turned uneven.
Then slowly, he tried to move her away from himself.
But the moment his hands tried pushing her—
Lia's arms suddenly shot forward.
Her fingers instantly wrapped around both his wrists.
"You are trying to push me away now…?"
The softness in her face disappeared as a dark expression spread across her features.
Her grip tightened sharply around his wrists.
Lucian's eyes narrowed faintly, making him realise that he couldn't even move his hand away from her hold.
Then suddenly—
Lia loosened her hold slightly.
