She grinned and held out the vodka, but I shook my head.
“Doubt it’s for a romantic date,” she added. “Enzo doesn’t seem like the dinner-and-a-movie type. Maybe a sacrifice or a murder. That feels more on brand for him.”
I snagged a sock from the laundry and tossed it at her.
She laughed and leaned to the side to dodge it.
The door swung open, and Enzo walked in without bothering to knock. Of course.
His gaze swept the room and landed on Daphne. He glared at her before turning to me. The air seemed to crackle when our eyes met. My stomach twisted uneasily, but my heart almost … welcomed him.
He’d traded his school uniform for a black hoodie and dark jeans tucked into boots.
Behind his back, Daphne flipped him off.
I bit back a snort. “Where are you taking me?” I asked as he strolled toward my alcove and settled himself on my bed.
Instead of answering, he grabbed my copy of1984from theheadboard and casually flipped through the pages. His eyes moved over the text without truly reading it.
He was watching me.
I slid my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled on a sweater. His glare burned into the sweater as if it personally pissed him off.
“Not that one,” he said. “It’s fucking hideous.”
I frowned and tugged at the hem.
It wasn’t exactly fashionable, expensive, or designer. But it was one of the few belongings I still had from my old life.
Ignoring him, I started fastening the buttons.
He tossed the book over his shoulder, and my fingers slowed when he pushed off the bed and moved toward me.
I backed away to create distance, but he kept advancing until I was pinned against the wall. As my body stiffened, I drew in a slow breath, the smell of his cologne wrapping around me. Somehow, it steadied my heart.
He clamped his hands around my waist, and with a frustrated grunt, I swatted at them when one lowered to my ass. I squirmed when he lowered his hand to my pocket and pulled out my phone before stepping back.
“Put on something black,” he ordered, tossing my phone onto my bed. “I’m not a fan of you in white.”
Not wanting to argue over clothes, I quickly grabbed a black Ralph Lauren sweater from a drawer and pulled it snug over my body.
Enzo gave an approving nod. I answered with a glare.
“Where are we going?” I asked again.
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
Before reaching the door, I looked at Daphne.
Stun gun?she mouthed, her lips curving into a smile.
Shaking my head, I mouthed back,He’d kill me.
She dragged her thumb across her throat in a slicing motion.
“Daphne, would you like me to send someone to slit yourthroat?” Enzo asked, as if having eyes in the back of his head. He spoke without looking back at her.
She lowered her hand and crossed her arms.
