~Enzo~
“Here,” he said, handing me a bottle.
I ignored it and moved to the other side of the bed.
He sighed. “Why don’t you come sit here? You’ve been standing for over an hour.”
I stared at Lucian.
How did he even know that?
He’d only been coming in and out of the room this whole time.
“You don’t have to worry about me, sir,” I said shortly, turning my attention back to Nicole lying helplessly on the bed.
“Stop this, Enzo,” he whispered.
Stop what? The question burned on my tongue, but I swallowed it.
“How long are you going to keep ignoring me?” he asked at last, stepping closer.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused as he came to where I was.
“Just listen. Please,” he said, looking at me like I was the heartless one.
“Not here, Lucian.”
“Then where?” His voice tightened.
