Yasmine's legs felt like jelly as she took a few steps.
After she forced herself out of the office door, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a warm embrace.
The fabric, a blend of wool and silk, was expensive, though it was stained with two drops of blood.
Yasmine couldn't speak for a long time, her eyes caught by those drops of blood.
"Does he need—"
"I can't think of a single reason for you to worry about him," Xavier cut her off. "A man like him wouldn't survive until nightfall in my family."
"I meant... he's losing a lot of blood, and I'm a doctor. That's all," Yasmine said, falling silent afterward.
"It's a through-and-through wound, no vital organs hit. Bonnie could patch him up with a couple of bandages," Xavier said, beckoning Willie, who promptly handed
