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Then, as if driven by some buried reflex, his trembling hand lifted the phone to his ear.
“Xavier, where are you?” Lilith’s voice was smooth, practiced, but beneath it, a thin edge of annoyance bled through. “I need you… uhm…Jaxon needs you.” She corrected herself quickly, her tone softening, rehearsed. “He’s been crying nonstop, asking for you. He won’t settle until you come.”
The words wrapped around him like a chain. Instinctively, his body shifted, his legs twitching as though to obey, to rise, to walk toward the door.
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