A wave of pain hit her. Yasmine realized that the man who had just been about to fall had regained his balance. Somehow, she found herself locked in his embrace, unable to move.
"Xavier, have you remembered? Let go of me, it hurts," Yasmine struggled, calling out softly, trying to awaken the clearly disoriented Xavier.
The voice of the woman in his arms was distant and muffled like it was being heard through layers of cotton. Yet, it gradually brought Xavier back to consciousness.
Once aware, Xavier released the woman from his arms.
Years of training and real combat had left him with deep muscle memory. In moments of unclear consciousness, anyone who tried to approach him was perceived as a threat and would be instinctively attacked. But just now, beyond the attack instinct, after mak
