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Xavier Grayson, Xavier Grayson... since when did you become so indecisive?

His eyes darkened. He tossed the cigarette to the ground, ground it out with his heel, and fixed his gaze on the ultrasound room. Then he strode toward it with long, deliberate steps.

Every step he took was like a demon emerging from hell.

Perhaps it was the sheer menace radiating from him