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Alsea gulps down a mouthful of saliva down to her throat. Xander stands from the couch and approaches her while crushing the shards of glass under his feet. Alsea glares at him, “what are you doing here?” He eyes at her, “I heard you were hospitalized and my dear brother carried you in his hands.” “Aren’t you supposed to protect us? That was in deal, right? Where is Miranda?” Alsea yells at him. “Low down your melodious voice, baby girl. Yes, I said that I will protect you and your sister but if anyone of you left on your own and falls into a trouble, that’s an exception.” “There is no exception. You said in your agreement that you will protect both of us and now you are turning your back on it.” Alsea grabs his collars and Xander furiously grabs her neck, blocking the windpipe. “H