"So yes, Cynthia. This is your fault."

Xander and as much as I wanted to deny it, he was right. Every word of it was true, and I couldn't argue with him even if I wanted to.

If I hadn't left the hotel, and been so careless. If I hadn't literally walked into the one person in this entire city who wanted to hurt Xander.

This was my fault.

"Fine. Where's the first aid kit?" I asked quietly, accepting my responsibility.

Maybe if I could fix his hands, clean his wounds, make sure he was ...