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LUCAS’ POV.
Seeing Emily fall like that seemed to send a bolt of shock to my chest. Staring at her on the floor was worse.
As I dashed down the stairs towards her, careful not to tumble myself, I kept dreading the pool of blood that was yet to seep out of her head.
I knelt next to her, and placed a hand on her cheek.
“Emily.” I called, with wide eyes.
She didn’t respond, and I checked her head. Thankfully, there was no sign of wetness and blood.
I looked around for the maids, but there was none. Didn’t they hear her scream? Were they even in the house?
I lifted Emily into my arms, and noticed something wet. Carefully, I managed to get a sight of my hand, and saw it was covered in blood.
She was bleeding!
Not from her head, but from…
Confused, I ran across the living rooms, an
