"Wait."
A warm hand enveloped Yasmine's trembling fists.
Yasmine looked up abruptly, meeting Xavier's worried eyes.
"No, I have to... avenge my family, Xavier." Yasmine tried to steady her voice and arm but felt a gentle yet powerful strength emanating from him.
"Of course, I have no reason to stop you from seeking this revenge nor to allow such a vile person to continue living." His large hand moved up from her arm, finally resting tenderly on her face.
"But I was thinking... Yasmine, your hands are meant to protect and save. You entered medical school in college, recited the Hippocratic Oath upon graduation, and dedicated yourself to the medical profession. These hands are meant to heal and save lives," Xavier said, wrapping her gun-holding hands in his, guiding them steadily toward
