MAEVE HAWTHORN.
His gaze lifted as he looked right at me and I gasped, my phone dropping from my hand when I saw the total mess his face was.
If I hadn’t seen him badly injured before I probably wouldn’t have been able to recognize him but even with the knowledge of how injured he is, I couldn’t believe Enzo De-Luca could be badly injured.
Covering my mouth with my palm, I took a step towards him but a violent, remotely loud growl caused me to stop in my tracks.
I felt cold chills run down my spine as I stood, impaled to a spot. It was almost as though he didn't want me in the same room with him anymore.
Like he doesn’t want me to come closer to him and now that I think about it, he isn’t looking at me even though he looked like he was staring right at me, I could tell that he wasn’t
