It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep, and when I wake next, it’s to find Enzo staring at me, a peaceful expression on his face.
“What?” I mumble, self-conscious.
He reaches over, smoothing a hand over my uninjured shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”
Flames dance over my skin. “It’s you that’s beautiful.”
He blinks at me. “I like to think I’m more ruggedly handsome than beautiful.”
“So modest,” I laugh.
Stretching, wincing as I do, I swing my legs off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To pee. Is that okay?” I snark.
Enzo hums but let’s me go—alone thankfully.
Once I’m done in the bathroom, I don’t head back to his room, instead I make my way to the couch, curling up under a blanket.
Enzo growls, finding me there a few moments later just as my eyes start closing again.
I yawn, snuggling into the cushions. “Go away, I’m resting.”
“Okay, Iz.” He presses a kiss to my hair. “I’ve gotta go out for a few hours. Rafael will be stationed outside should anything happen.”
I’m too tired to argue, so I just murmur something resembling an “okay” then promptly fall back to sleep.
I jolt awake, heart racing.
What—
The sound of glass breaking has my spine straightening, eyes darting around.
Footsteps.
Quietly—slowly—I pry myself off the couch, shuffling back away from the noise.
Listening, I note two sets of feet moving, coming from the kitchen.
Crap.
I can’t go back towards the bedroom; it would take me past them. My only option is to move toward the hallway and the elevator.
Heart racing, I walk backwards slowly.
I’m almost out of the room when the back of my knee hits a side table. My legs buckle and I fall, pain lancing through my shoulder as I catch myself.
A cry escapes my lips.
Fuck.
Scrambling, ignoring the pain, I push upward, intending to run.
But then I’m being shoved back down. Hard.
Blinking, I stare at a ski mask.
