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Despite the fact that Vincent seemed to be in a lot of pain, he kept his face impassive. Watching the pack doctor clean up his injuries made me realize how bad it was. It made me upset. I turned to look at Jared who watched Vincent with his lips in a grim line.
"Who did this to him?" I asked and he looked away.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not? Look at him, he's a mess. These past few days has been hectic, even for him. Now, this?"
"Don't you think he would have prevented it if he wasn't okay with it?" the tall, dark haired man who was attending to Vincent's wounds, spoke.
"He's no weakling, you know" he continued, his gaze meeting mine.
"Jonathan," Vincent warned, his eyes closed.
Jonathan mumbled an apology and continued to attend to Vincent's injuries.
"Why? Why did you l
