The Lycan's fated weak mate
He couldn't come over as they were struggling as well.
Xander came in while they discussed, clad in a casual designer outfit. He didn't like suits; they felt too hot. His hair was short now, dyed blonde, and he looked handsome and mature.
“Hey. Thank you for scaring the shit out of us,” Xander walked in with a plastic bag. “Nice to see you again, Mason.”
“You too, Xander,” Mason nodded.
“I owe an apology, and I’m sorry,” Xander's words came straight, and Dexter almost shook his head.
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