I’d never seen him without them, not even at his wedding, and the effect was startling. His deep brown eyes were so expressive, I could read every emotion. Every thought. And right now, he was worried.
“Has he been treating you well?”
I laughed out loud. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m locked in a cell.”
He exhaled impatiently through his nose. “He has his reasons, Luna.”
I approached the bars. “Oh, yeah? And what reasons are those, Enzo? Because he’s a psycho who’s been stalking me?” I flung my hand out, encompassing all the drawings covering the walls. “Did you know that? Did you know he's been stalking me? Andnow he’s locked me up in a cage so he can do God knows what to me?”
“He won’t hurt you.” I knew he was trying to be reassuring, but he didn’t sound completely convinced.
“How do you know?”
“Honestly, I don’t,” he admitted after a pause. “But he’s never acted this way before, so I have to believe that he won’t.”
“Acted what way?”
“He’s never”—he looked away for a moment before his eyes came back to me—“…cared before. About anyone except Luca and me.”
“If hecaredabout me,” I mocked, “he wouldn’t have me locked up in here. That doesn’t make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense in Tristan’s mind. He’s trying to keepyousafe in the only place that’s ever kepthimsafe.”
“That’s what he keeps telling me,” I admitted. “But, personally, I think he’s full of shit.”
He studied me for a moment. “He’s fed you, correct?”
Reluctantly, I nodded.
“And you have everything you need?” He gestured toward the bathroom.
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“I’m sure he’ll rectify that as soon as he can.”
I didn’t respond.
“So, hehastaken care of you.”
My face flamed again at the double entendre, and I ducked my chin, not answering.
“Look…” He took a step toward me. “I know this is asking a lot of you, Luna, but just…try to be patient. Tristan will let you out when he knows it’s safe. I mean, you should really be a little more grateful.”
My head shot up, and I was surprised balls of fire didn’t shoot from my eyes. “Grateful?”
The corners of Enzo’s lips turned up and his expressive eyes twinkled. The fucker was baiting me.
“Either let me the hell out of this cell, or go away,” I spit out between clenched teeth. My patience was at an end. I was cold. I was bored. And I was getting hungry again.
“I can’t let you out. I don’t have the key.”
“There has to be a spare somewhere.”
But he shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
Defeated, I backed away until I felt the wall against my back and slid down to the floor, pulling up my knees and wrapping the blanket around my legs and bare feet. I was so tired of being cold.
Enzo was still watching me.
