Xavier stared at the note pinned to his board until the words started to blur.

YOU'VE BROUGHT FIRE UNDER YOUR ROOF. KEEP HER CLOSE, AND YOU'LL BLEED FOR IT.

Except she wasn't under his roof anymore. Kimberly had gone home yesterday, and the safe house felt emptier for it. Which was stupid. He barely knew the woman anymore. Four years of silence should've killed whatever they'd had.

Should've.

He rubbed his temple where that familiar throb was building. His medication bottle sat on the desk, ...