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Xavier Grayson lay face down on Chloe Bishop's bed, breathing in the scent of her sheets. His eyes drifted shut in contentment—it had been a long time since he'd felt this at ease.

Looking at the lash marks on his back, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "How did you get these?"

His voice was lazy, his answer brief. "Family discipline."

Family discipline..