“It’s a good thing I can take a punch—but honestly, it nearly killed me!” Dan declared, his tone thick with mock sympathy as he ‘comforted’ Xander. He seemed to have completely forgotten that they were supposed to be mortal enemies; if anything, his words only rubbed salt into the wound.
“So, which hospital did you end up in? Should I swing by with a little care package?” He had absolutely no intention of bringing gifts—the real motivation was to see firsthand just how badly Xander had been roughed up.
Dan couldn’t help sighing to himself. Yvonne really had it all—except for that hellish temper of hers. Back when he first regained his memories of her, he’d actually considered reaching out. That fantasy died the instant he saw reports of Yvonne chasing Skye Yoder across continents, determined to beat the daylights out of him.
Thinking back to when he got those news snippets, Dan recalled feeling utterly stumped. After all, when Yvonne was with him, she’d been nothing but sweet. But now? Seeing her as this ferocious firebrand, he abandoned any thought of tracking her down. Yvonne would likely never realize that Dan truly had forgotten her—and that the reason he didn’t come searching after his memories returned was simple: she scared the life out of him.
That probably explained why, when Xander and Yvonne got together, Dan didn’t throw much of a fuss. Even so, right now all he wanted was to see just how badly Xander had gotten thrashed.
“Craving anything special? I’ll drop by with your favorites,” he said, tone annoyingly cheerful.
Xander stayed silent. Dan pressed on, “Don’t be embarrassed. Anyone would look a mess after crossing Yvonne.” Getting beaten to a pulp, how could you look any better?
On the other end, Xander listened to Dan’s endless gloating. He glanced sideways at Yvonne, who had now picked up a call of her own. Whatever was being said on the line, he couldn’t hear—but he definitely caught her fierce reply:
“All the main roads are blocked. Fine—let that bastard take the back roads!” she snapped before ending the call with a low growl.
Xander fell silent. What had Shawn done to set her off this time?
Dan was still babbling away, so Xander finally interjected, “I didn’t get beaten up.”
A sudden hush fell—five whole seconds of stunned silence.
Then Dan’s mind sputtered back to life. “What?” he blurted.

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