Nina
I planned to talk to my father the next day, when I was feeling better. But for now, it was late and I needed to rest.
Once my father left, Enzo relaxed beside me. He seemed a bit territorial after everything that had happened, and I didn’t blame him. But at the same time, it made me wonder if he had been sleeping at all since I went into my miniature coma or if he had been sitting up by my bedside the entire time.
“When was the last time you slept?” I asked, looking deeply into his brown eyes, which came alive with the fire that was flickering in the fireplace.
Enzo shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, standing. “You hungry? I can get you something to eat.”
I shook my head. “You need to rest, too, you know,” I insisted. I pulled the covers back beside me and
