Then again… being drugged and accidentally having a one-night stand, it could have happened. The possibility was remote, but not impossible. As Xavier considered this, his lips pressed into a tight line, caught in a swirl of half-formed conclusions and speculative logic.
If Hera knew just how far his imagination had wandered trying to untangle her identity, she'd probably laugh and tell him he had quite the wild imagination.
But she couldn't really blame Xavier for thinking that way. After all, no one knew that the student attending Princeton Academy was merely a stand-in for the real Avery heiress, a decoy placed to protect her. Her grandfather had been fiercely protective of her since childhood. He never believed the story that his son and daughter-in-law's deaths were just a tragic accident.
