Nico drags himself farther away from us. “I was trying to protect her.”
“Then congratulations, you failed.”
He shifts me gently to the side, guiding me back against the cushion.
“Time to go home,” he whispers against my lips.
I nod too quickly. “I’m not leaving your side.”
“Damn right, you aren’t.”
He turns back to Nico, crouching down so they’re eye level.
“Why did you take her? Who put you up to it?”
It’s only then that I realize he doesn’t know.
“Grant. It was Grant,” I tell him.
Lorenzo turns to Nico, jaw locked tight. “Where is Grant?” he grits out. His voice is so deep and low that a shiver runs up my spine.
Nico’s lips press together.
Lorenzo tilts his head. “We can do this nicely.”
Nico scoffs. “You don’t do nice.”
Lorenzo’s mouth twitches. “I do nice. I’m doing nice right now. I haven’t even broken anything yet.”
Nico swallows.
Lorenzo’s gaze sharpens. “Where. Is. Grant?”
Nico’s eyes dart to me.
Lorenzo follows the glance, and his expression turns darker. “Don’t look at her. Look at me. I’m the problem you created.”
Nico’s voice cracks. “He left. An hour ago. He said he had to make calls. He—”
Lorenzo’s laugh is soft, humorless. “Of course he did.”
I wipe my face with shaky hands, trying to get air. My throat burns.
“Why did he take her?” Lorenzo asks.
Nico looks over at me. “He said she was his. That she loved him, and that you stole her. That—”
“Shut up,” Lorenzo snaps. “I don’t need to hear any more of this bullshit.”
Lorenzo’s gaze holds mine, steadying me without touching. “I’m here. And you’re mine. And no one will take you from me again.”
“You mean it?” I whisper.
“Of course I do.” His voice drops into something raw. “There’s no version of this life where I survive without you.”
My lips part, but no sound comes out.
“Later,” Lorenzo says softly to me. He knows me well enough to know it’s all too much right now.
