Blair
The drive wassilent as we left campus.
From the murderous expression on his face, I was almost too afraid to ask Enzo what was wrong.
I also needed some time to catch my breath well enough to form words.
Damn, he ran fast. I needed to hit the damn gym.
His phone rang, and he switched hands on the steering wheel to answer it.
“How is he?” he asked into the speaker. He nodded a few times. “Tell Nico to have Emeri drive him to the hospital.” A few pauses. “No, I couldn’t fucking wait.” He cursed before speaking Italian, words I didn’t understand, then ended the call.
His fingers flexed against the steering wheel. They did that about every ten seconds on the dot.
“Enzo?” I finally asked when I noticed his speed hit one hundred.
He didn’t reply to me, just kept his focus on the road.
I stared out the window, regretting not grabbing my purse. It had been on instinct that I ran after him. Stupid instinct, but instinct nonetheless.
I saw the brokenness on Enzo’s face and wanted to be there for him. I also wanted to know what had brought that pain on so suddenly.
Enzo rarely looked sad. The devil’s usual facial expressions were those of anger and one that proved he was about to ruin your life. I’d never seen sorrow in those features. Never seenfeareither.
And tonight, both of those had been clear on Enzo’s face when he got that call.
“Enzo?” I repeated, unsure how much time had passed, but hoping enough that I’d get an answer out of him.
Silence.
“Can I, uh …” I started, searching for words.
He turned to look at me, as if just now remembering I was in the passenger seat. Reaching out, he turned up the music, as if that was the answer to whatever my question was.
Groaning, I turned the volume down.
“Enzo,” I said again.
“Blair,” he fired back in a mocking tone.
“Can you tell me where we’re going?”
“Should’ve asked that before you jumped into my car.”
I paused. Good point, but still.
Things had been too hectic for me to askthen. I had only prayed my heart didn’t give out while running.
Butnow, I could breathe, and we had the time.
Though if I pushed him too far, I wouldn’t put it past him to drop me off on the side of the road.
“Let me have silence for a minute, Blair. You’ll get the answers you want later.”
I nodded, making myself comfortable in the seat and even turning on the seat warmer. I stayed silent, giving him that, as he drove.
When he pulled into a hospital parking lot, I had even more questions. He drove into an underground parking garage, swerved into the first available spot, and parked.
