Sloane's POV
"You came for me despite your wounds, Vincenzo." My voice cracked as I spoke, my eyes full of gratitude.
But when I looked into those dark green eyes of his, I couldn't find the words to thank him properly. I could tell that wasn't what he wanted from me anyway.
"It's nothing," Vincenzo said, taking a harder drag from his cigarette. "Those crazy bastards. If I hadn't been in such a rush to get to you—"
He stopped mid-sentence and changed his tone. "I mean, if one of my guys hadn't slowed me down, I never would've fallen for their trap. Doesn't matter if it's one gun or ten—none of them can hurt me."
Vincenzo tried to downplay it, acting as if it were no big deal so I wouldn't worry.
"As a Lycan and the king of the underworld, normal humans can't lay a finger on me," he s
