“I think you like to bleed,” Hiro said, pressing the knife deep enough to draw blood. “Get out of my house while you’re still able to walk.”
“You will need my assistance this evening.”
“I don’t need anything from you,” Hiro snarled.
“We can work together or against each other,” Enzo said. He was way calmer than I would be with a knife cutting into my neck.
Before the situation could get any worse. Or bloodier, I stepped in. “Wyatt comes to the homeless shelter I volunteer at.”
Enzo forgot about Hiro and turned his face toward me. The action made him bleed more, but he didn’t seem to notice.
My stomach rolled. “Hiro,” I whispered.
He had the knife put away and was at my side, angled slightly in front of me, before I could blink.
“Which shelter?” Enzo asked, his voice a little less demanding this time.
I adjusted my glasses, not used to having them on my face, and gave him the location.
“How often does he go there?”
“It’s sporadic. I never know when or if he will be there. He just shows up sometimes.”
“And?” Enzo implored.
“Uh,” I said, not sure what to say. “He stays for a meal, sometimes a shower. One time, I convinced him to stay the night, but he left when no one was looking.”
“Has he said anything to you?”
“About what?” I asked.
“About anything.”
I shook my head. “No. He’s really wary. He definitely doesn’t trust anyone, but I can see how hard it is for him. He…”
Enzo pounced. “He what?”
“He seems out of place. Being homeless must be new for him.”
“I wonder what happened,” Haz murmured.
“What else?” Enzo pressed.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I’ve tried to help him. I gave him money once. I offered to let him stay with me until he figured out what he wanted to do.”
Hiro turned to me. “You gave him money?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Exasperated, he said, “Because you could barely feed yourself.”
“But I have more than him,” I pointed out. I turned back to Enzo. “He wouldn’t stay with me. He ran off every time I mentioned it. I saw him talking to Tommy a couple weeks ago. After Tommy left, I told him to stay away from him, that he was bad news. But I haven’t seen him since.”
“One more thing…” Enzo began.
“Yes?”
“How did he look to you?”
