Lyra’s POV
I didn’t even know when my legs moved. One moment I was frozen, watching his body bleed into the road, the next I was running. My knees scraped the tar as I dropped beside him, my breath breaking in my chest.
“Lucian!” I screamed, my hands shaking as they hovered above his blood-soaked shirt. I didn’t know where to touch, where not to. His legs—God, his legs were bent in ways they shouldn’t be. His head… blood everywhere, slipping down onto the road, forming a pool that crawled toward me.
People had gathered already, forming a wide ring, whispering, gasping, pointing. Their voices felt like knives against my ears.
“Is he alive?”
“Call an ambulance!”
“Poor man… look at the blood!”
“Is that not Lucian, the CEO of L.M Enterprises?”
“Wait—ain’t that the same girl the company
