“Fuck, Rosalie. I don’t know if I will.” He looked around uneasily as Asylum came into the room in a pink robe and rabbit slippers. He was wearing a mud mask and had his hands in moisturizing gloves.
“For fuck’s sake.” Levin let out a groan as Asylum plopped down onto a chair and smirked at Levin. “Rosalie, hurry. This fuck creeps me out.”
“I’m creepy? You’re the one with giant feet. What the hell size do you wear? Seventeens?”
“Sixteens,” Levin muttered.
“Oh, do you like slippers?”
I didn’t get to hear Levin’s response because I’d followed Dante out to the elevator that led to the underground.
“How is Sirena?” I asked as we began to descend.
“Hormonal,” Dante muttered. “But beautiful. So I can’t complain.”
“Evan said you started working on the baby’s room.”
A smile touched Church’s lips. “We did.”
“What theme are you going with?”
“Uh, knives. Blood red room. Stitches made a knife mobile over the crib. Sin is working on getting the baby its own snake.”
I wrinkled my nose. “What? Are you serious?”
He chuckled. “Bears, Rosalie. Teddy bears. Ellis asked us to do bears, and Sirena loved the idea. The theme is pretty much bears, but I think it’s more forest-related because there are also bunnies, raccoons, and deer.”
“It sounds cute,” I said.
“Well, it’s all shades of black, so it has my approval.”
“Are you serious this time…?”
He smirked. “What do you think?”
“God, I have no idea,” I muttered as the elevator stopped on the floor Enzo was on.
He didn’t elaborate. He led me down the hall to a room near the end and pulled a card from his pocket. He swiped it, and the door swung open.
“Arnold is here. He will open the door when you’re done. I will give you privacy.”
“Thank you,” I murmured as Dante backed away from me. I watched him leave, and I stepped into the small room to find Enzo asleep on his bed, his shirt off and tattoos on display in the dim light.
The guard closed the door behind me.
Enzo sat up and looked around, his black hair disheveled.
It took him a moment to realize I was standing there.
“Rosalie?” he called out softly.
“Hey,” I replied, my throat tight.
He sat up, put his feet on the floor, and stared at me.
“What are you doing here?” I could hear the panic in his voice as he got to his feet. He approached and stared down at me, making me feel all the old butterflies pound to life in my chest.
“You’re bleeding,” he said thickly, reaching out to touch my face.
