[Long chapter.]
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Lucian stared at her eyes, where her lashes were damp with tears. She had every right to want to take revenge on a bastard like James Eamon, whom he had never seen but wished he could, to kill him with his own hands. He would have taken pleasure in watching someone like that suffer to his death; he would torture him until he wished for death himself, but the era and time difference were not in his favor.
Cupping her cheeks in his palm, Lucian said, "You have every right to want to go back for revenge. But have you thought about your life after that? There is nothing worth you being there; your life seemed lonely and..." Before he could finish his words, she slapped away his hand from her face and moved her head back.
