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I winced as Charlotte's sharp eyes zeroed in on the bruise that was starting to well just above my eyebrow. I had tried covering it up, brushing off any opportunity to stop and take a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but Charlotte was nothing if not observant. Her brow furrowed in concern, and before I could utter anything, she was upon him.

"Sit down," she ordered.

I, for once too defeated to rebel, did as instructed. The pain from the altercation had begun to seep into my muscles, and I was not feeling okay. I dropped into the soft leather office chair, easing back with a sigh as Charlotte reached into the drawer for a first aid kit. Her fingers moved in swift efficiency, yet her gaze never wavered from mine.

What's happened?" she asked, dragging a chair near and reaching into the kit for a disinfectant wipe. "Who did this to you?"

I cocked my head, a wry smile twisting my mouth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her eyes steady as she
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