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Xavier's pov I looked at the wax-sealed envelope on my desk: the Red Blood crest on it was enough to make me both angry and worried. Clayton had finally found the balls to come forward by official channels, without sending hitmen, murderers, and manipulated and pissed-off in-laws. “Go get Emily,” I told George. "Are you sure?” he sighed. “You know I'm for not keeping things from her, but she just had a panic attack. Maybe we should just look at this tomorrow”. I wish I could do just that: I didn't want Emily to know about that letter at all, especially after everything that had happened and what she had discovered today. She was so tired and exhausted that I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms, offer her warmth and protection, and watch over her sleep. Still, I knew I co