Chapter Twenty Eight
Nina’s POV
I stayed in Enzo’s arms for a long time.
My cheeks were wet. My chest hurts. My hands still shook from the gunshot, from the sand, from the way Dante had laughed like it was nothing.
Enzo held me tight, one hand on the back of my head, the other on my waist. He did not say much. He just breathed with me.
Dante stood a few feet away.
He rubbed his jaw where Enzo had hit him. His eyes were dark and cold. He looked at us like we were a problem he needed to fix.
“You done?” Dante said at last.
I flinched.
Enzo did not answer. His arm tightened around me.
Dante took a slow breath. “Listen and listen well. She is a prisoner here. Not a princess. Not your little charity project.”
I stiffened in Enzo’s arms.
He kept going. “Just because she has a nice bo
