And just like that, with a little blood and a few words, I was officially a Fawn.
I belonged to Enzo … though I had no idea what that meant.
I was stepping into a world I didn’t understand, and I was fucking terrified.
Nineteen
Blair
I wokeup in another unfamiliar room.
Relief washed over me when I realized I wasn’t lying half naked on a concrete floor.
I was tucked beneath soft blankets on a large bed in a stark-white room. A mirror with a border resembling the stained glass windows in the university stretched across one wall. Knowing the Night Sons, that was probably a two-way mirror.
A sea of plush pillows was piled high around me like personal bodyguards. As I tried to burrow myself into the softness of the blankets, I felt a tight tug on my arm.
I gulped when I saw the IV line running from my arm to the pole beside the bed. A bag of clear fluid hung from it, dripping into my veins.
My fingers wrapped around the needle in my arm, and I tugged. A sharp pinch shot beneath my skin.
I started to rip the damn thing out but froze when the door opened.
Enzo stepped inside, his gaze drifting from my arm to the IV bag. “Stop that, Blair,” he ordered as he closed the door behind him.
My face flushed when he crossed the room dressed in a blacksuit. His hair was combed back and neat. He looked polished and proper, yet no less dangerous. Just dangerous in a different way.
Dangerous like the mafia heir he was.
The sight of him sent a shiver through me. I hated how attractive he was.
Ignoring the sting as the needle shifted in my arm, I tugged at it again.
“Go ahead, then.” He sighed, loosening the buttons of his blazer. He shrugged out of the jacket and draped it over the leather chair across from the bed. “Rip it out. I’ll make you drink that entire bag of fluid in one gulp.”
My hand immediately dropped away from the IV.
He rolled the sleeves of his black button-up to his elbows while leaning against the wall, crossing his ankles while staring me down. My gaze jumped to his hand he’d cut last night.
There was no bandage.
Then it dropped to mine.
There wasn’t one there either, but I did notice four neat, fresh stitches in the center of my palm.
I nodded toward the IV. “Are you drugging me?”
He started inspecting his nails. “You needed electrolytes.”
“Are there drugs in this?”
“No.”
“Then what’s in it?”
“Potassium, magnesium, chloride, and sodium. No drugs.” A smirk played at his wicked lips. “Promise.”
“Well, thanks for not drugging methis time.”
