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The words died in her throat as she took in the sight of his back—drenched in blood, his shirt shredded, the wounds beneath barely visible.

Where had he been? How had he ended up like this?

"Not coming in?"

Xavier Grayson turned to look at her, his slender fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. Despite his injuries, aside from a slight pallor, he showed no signs of distress