The idea of stepping out alone again was beyond frightening and not because of what might happen to me but because of what other f*****g bullshit I’d see to add to the list of trauma I was apparently collecting. So chilling on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling as Kael’s typing filled the room was by far the most comfortable option there was. At least until Vincenzo was supposed to drop by.
“I’m bored.” I blurted, rolling onto my back in annoyance at the last three hours to go before I could safely leave.
“Then entertain yourself, I’m working.”
“But there’s literally nothing to do.”
“Find something.”
“Like what?” He let out a low growl, his fingers coming to a stop against the keyboard.
“You like to read? Read this.” He reached to the side of the dresser and chucked one of his
