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SIXTY-EIGHT.

it was a little past two in the morning.

lucas marvelled at how beautiful she was under the light of the moonlight and the careless way she moved.

she waltzed around each turn on the road, not taking a second to think about the danger.

and he was so drunk on love, he didn't consider the possible danger either.

it was a ten minute walk. four sharp turns on the road which blinded the driver of anything ahead.

but it was late and one particular driver assumed the roads to be clear.

so when the car came speeding around the fourth turn, they had no idea they would collide with the petite figure of poppy hedren.

leaving lucas standing a few yards away, his throat tight and dry, unable to scream or shout.