A voice as cold as a mountain spring vibrated from above.
Marcus, teeth gritted in agony, forced himself up. His body swayed precariously before he threw himself over the balcony railing. The moment he hit the ground, a spray of dark blood erupted from his mouth, staining the garden stone.
Chloe stared at the broad back of the man standing before her. In this moment, Xavier didn't just look like a man; he looked like a god who had descended from the heavens to save her. He was devastatingly handsome, and his presence was overwhelming.
"Xavier... thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with genuine gratitude.
If he hadn't appeared exactly when he did, she would have been...
The image of that man’s scarred, grotesque face flashed in her mind, sending a fresh wave of nausea through he
