Her eyes flickered with confusion. "A monster?"
Luke's shoulders slumped. His voice dropped, heavy with exhaustion and bitterness.
"This time, my brother produced a medical report. It says he has heart disease. He needs a transplant."
He let out a shaky breath. "And my heart happens to be highly compatible."
Lana's breath hitched.
"He even asked my parents to transplant my heart directly into his body," Luke continued. "They refused... for the first time."
A mocking smile curved his lips.
"Not because they were afraid I'd die, but because if I died, they wouldn't know where to get more blood or organs for their golden child."
Lana clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. She forced herself to breathe, suppressing the violent surge of anger rising in her chest.
Luke lowered his gaze and spoke again, his voice bitter.
