Sireen’s POV
I sense trouble. Big big trouble.
Trevor’s face shows a worry that I’ve never seen before now, and behind him, Enzo is advancing slowly like he’s caging his prey.
“Did he touch you, Sireen,” Trevor asks again, jerking me a little by my arm, and I gasp.
It’s Enzo who replies. “Something tells me you could’ve shown this much concern to the people who inflicted those wounds on her but didn’t, so I think you’ve lost the right to ask her that question.”
I am still unable to speak as Trevor turns around to square shoulders with Enzo.
“And you assume that you have rights over her? f**k you,” Trevor spits, staring Enzo dead in the eye.
I’m not concerned about the fact that two males are discussing rights over me like I’m not in the same room as them, but I’m worried because the
