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Vince stood in the foyer, his mind racing as he looked at Xavier’s terrifyingly cold expression. He hesitated, then whispered, "This morning, the Young Mistress asked me for a pill. She took it with her milk."

A pill. Milk.

The realization hit Xavier like a physical blow. The morning-after pill.

He remembered now—at the Bishop residence, he hadn't forced her to take any precautions