My eyes slowly fluttered open and I found myself in Xavier's arms as he carried me effortlessly. I blinked a couple of times, letting my vision adjust.
"Xavier…" His name left my lips in a voice barely above a whisper but he heard me.
In an instant, his gaze snapped down and we locked eyes. When he realised I came to and was okay, he let out a soft sigh of relief and I could see his features visibly soften and he became at ease.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a hurry, his voice laced with concern and worry as there was a small frown resting between his brows. "How are you feeling?"
Our faces were barely inches apart. It was only now that I realised he had a small bruise forming at the corner of his lip and a tiny cut above his brow. My eyes flickered with worry as I examined his features carefully. Naturally, my hand reached up to hold his face and my brows were knitted together in worry.
