Chapter 128. A TROUBLED SOUL AND A SOOTHING SOUL.

　　Can a person live and breath pain? 　　That was the question Lucien was asking himself as he laid in the cold hard cage, his body hurting badly. His ribs felt like they've been roasted in a hot blazing fire. 　　His pain, he can always deal with in his own in private...in slience. But now, Declan needs him. Declan needs him now. 　　He bit back a growl as he got up from the ground and walked to the bars of the cage that adjoined his present cage with Declan's cage. 　　"Hey..." He growled out. 　　Declan opened his eyes and stirred. Lucien can see that he wasn't really sleeping, he was just forcing himself. At twenty-one, Declan has developed a very bad case of insomnia. 　　Just like every other slave. Some worst than the others. 　　"Prince Lucien..." He groaned, crawling closer. He placed his bruised hand into the outstretched hand of his cousin brother. 　　"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Deck. I wasn't able to protect you." Lucien's heart was so heavy in his chest. 　　Declan shook his head