Chapter 100

• "Even if this world were ablaze, I wouldn't let a single flame touch you, Dahlia," he promised, his tone earnest.
• She sighed deeply, a reluctant acceptance washing over her. "Fine," she conceded, her voice exhaling irritation. "Could we go home now? I desperately need a shower." She ran her nails across her chest, scratching her skin out of frustration with the hospital gown.
• Gently, Xavier took her hand, halting her from causing herself any harm. "Calm down. I'll take you," he assured her.