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~Jade's POV~
He stopped just to fake Isadora's left, close enough that she would have to account for both of them at once, and when he spoke again his voice had dropped into the quiet, measured register that he used when he wanted an answer and intended to get one.
"Who sent you?"
Her eyes slid from Xavier's face to Xade's. Then she smiled, and the blood on her lips made it look horrible.
"How cute," her hoarse voice rang out despite the hand around her throat. "The mates come running."
"Who sent you?" Xade repeated. Not a question this time. A statement of what was going to happen next regardless of her preference.
She held his gaze for exactly two seconds.
Then she lifted her free hand almost lazily and snapped it once.
The dark purple fog came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, rolling up from the ground around Xavier's feet and closing over him in a single breath.
