Page 6 of Wrapped in Perfection

When we get to their penthouse, Xander is waiting.

"Why is Xander here?" I ask.

Vivian's eyes are full of sympathy, and more shame fills me. "You're hurt, Anna. So is Chase. He's going to examine you both."

"No, I'm—"

"It's here or the hospital," my brother barks.

I shut my eyes.Can this get any more embarrassing?

I've known Xander forever. He's a doctor, but I'd rather have a stranger look at my face.

"It was only a slap. I'm fine," I insist.

"Only a slap? Do you hear yourself?" Chase growls.

Vivian puts her hand on his arm. "Chase—"

"No. Enough of this."

"Not now," Vivian says.

He opens his mouth then shuts it. "Fine. Tomorrow we're talking."

Why did I come here?

Where else would I have gone?

It's Mitch's apartment. I would have had to go to the safehouse.

"Anna, let me clean your face," Xander quietly says.

There's no point fighting this.

I sit on the table and let him, trying not to wince.

"I'm sorry. I know this hurts."

I can't look at him, it's too humiliating. So I keep my eyes shut.

"All done," he finally says then turns to Chase. "Your hand is swollen badly. I'd feel better if we took some X-rays."

Chase groans. "Is that necessary?"

"Yeah. I think you're going to need a cast. But I'll get you in and out. Let's go."

Chase sighs and gets up. He grumbles, "Fine."

"I'm sorry," I quietly say, closing my eyes again. I want this nightmare to be over.

Chase tilts my chin up. "Anna."

I open my eyes.

"This is not your fault."

I wish I could stop crying, but I can't.

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