Xavier didn’t breathe.

Couldn’t.

The second that name left Dante’s mouth, it was like every wall he’d ever built around his past came crashing down.

Abigail.

It hit him like a fucking train.

He wasn’t in the office anymore.

He wasn’t with Dante.

He wasn’t the man who had just ruined Sky on his desk, marked her as his, made her scream his name until she broke.

He was back there.

Right back to the night everything inside him shattered.

His body moved before he even registered it, pacing, teeth clenched, fists flexing and unflexing like they were reliving every second of that goddamn night.

“She’s back,” he whispered, like...