"Chloe Bishop, are you stupid?"
That bowl wasn't going to hit him anyway. Her block had been completely unnecessary.
But looking at her swollen hand, his brows knitted tightly together. "It's this bad. Next time, think twice before playing the hero."
Xavier Grayson got up, found some ointment, and carefully applied it to her hand before pulling her into his arms and drifting off to sleep.
Morning came. Chloe Bishop woke in Xavier Grayson's arms to the buzz of her phone—a call from Justin Taylor.
Her face tightened as she remembered what Hank Grayson had told her last night. Carefully, she lifted Xavier Grayson's arm from her waist, slipped out of bed as quietly as she could, and took the phone into the bathroom.
"Justin, did you find something?"
She locked the door and lowered her v
