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I followed Xander who was holding Solomon. My mate never let my hand go as we rushed him to a bed.

We laid him down as he groaned in pain. I hated seeing him like this, I hate what they did to him. I sat at his side holding his hand. Tears welled up in my eyes again, a cupped his beaten face and whimpered, "No, Solo. Look at your face. Oh no."

Solomon chuckles, but winces straight after. He places his hand over mine and said, "It's not very comforting to see my mate crying and saying, 'look at your face! look at your face!'"

I laugh through...