Enzo

“That was fucking awful,” I hissed, throwing Honey’s bag right into Dante’s face when I opened the door to his car. “You could have warned me she was a biter.”

He caught the bag, effortlessly putting it behind him. “She bit you?”

I got into the car, flattening out my hand to look at the indent of her teeth along the fleshy part of my thumb, already turning purple. I shook out my hand. Fuck, that hurt. At least she didn’t break the skin. ...