It hurts to think. The muscles twinge every time I make my neck move, but hopefully, the pain medications will kick in soon, because I have a lot to say to Enzo, and it can’t wait.
I’m trapped here. That much I know. Enzo will never let me go until he can ensure my protection, something he will never be able to do. Milo will start hunting me as soon as he tends to his wounds. All of Enzo’s enemies have now become mine. Whether the news of our fake marriage spread, or realizing I’m the daughter of a Miller and I have as much right to the empire as Enzo does. The world knows of my existence and will be coming for me.
Enzo continues to stroke my hair, looking down at me like he’s terrified of living if I were to die. I’ve seen something close to this on his face before, but never this.
