"I almost died twice because of you," I mumble, staring down at the needle sticking in my skin. I've never had an IV before, never even been rushed to an emergency room. In that regard, you could say I'm having a lot of firsts because of Enzo, all of them unpleasant.
You liked that kiss.
Yeah, maybe I did. But only when I thought I was dying. Now I'm convinced it was nothing but my inaccurate perception at the time.
"You're welcome." He has the gall to smirk at me, and I don't even think as I lunge for him. Taking my IV bag with me, I make a feeble attempt to punch him. He catches my fist in his palm, a cunning smile playing at his lips.
"Now, little tigress," he pulls me closer until our faces are millimeters apart, "you hit, I hit back." Our eyes meet for a second, the challenge clear. Then he pushes me back and ignores me.
I huff out loud. If he's going to pretend I don't exist, then I will do the same. It's not too long after that a nurse comes to remove our IVs and we are soon discharged.
Since I don't plan to spend another moment in his presence, I don't even look back as I leave, making it only to the entrance of the hospital before realizing my current reality.
I'm in a foreign country. With no money. And I don't speak the language.
"You're quick to get rid of me, aren't you?" I hear the voice I've come to dread from behind me.
I give him a fierce look and continue to walk. I've had enough of him to last me a lifetime.
"How do you plan on getting back home with no money?" he shouts at me, and I clench my fists in fury.
Well, whose fault is it that I don't have any money?
"As if you can help me. You don't have any money either." I turn around, crossing my arms over my chest and raising an eyebrow at him.
We're in the same boat right now, as ironic as that might sound. And while my own helplessness is making me panic, the fact that he is facing the same troubles is a small satisfaction.
I start to turn again when a car stops right in front of us. A man dressed in all black opens the driver's door and addresses Enzo.
"Signor Agosti," he says with a bow, opening the passenger door so he can climb in. My eyes widen a little as I watch the exchange.
"What's it going to be, little tigress? Are you going to let me give you a ride to the port, or will you stubbornly try to do ityourself, which, might I add, willnotwork?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.
I don't answer his taunt; instead, I climb into the car next to him.
I might be petty, but even I know when to concede defeat. I need him to get to the ferry terminal, and he knows it.
The car stops when we reach the port, and Enzo stuffs some money into my hand as I'm about to leave.
"For the ticket." I just nod, pocketing the money.
After all, it's the least he can do.
We look at each other for a second.
"I hope I never see you again."
"Ditto." He lifts two fingers to his forehead in a salute, and I hop out. I don't look back as I head straight for the ticketing booth.
The sound of screeching tires alerts me to his departure, and for the first time, I breathe out in relief.
Or not.
The next ferry leaves in two hours. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The clock in the waiting room tells me it's almost morning, and the sun is about to rise.
Lord, what am I going to do?
I'm doomed. I know it. I may not have died in the sea, but my luckwillrun out.
