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The tension inside the Rolls-Royce was thick enough to cut with a blade. Chloe’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the tube of ointment in her hand, the instructions on the label confirming her worst fears.

Xavier had noticed. Despite her best efforts to walk naturally, his predatory eyes had caught the slight, pained hitch in her step.

"Apply it," he commanded