Enzo

A ball of anxiety welled in my chest as our private doctor gave Honey a look-over. Roman was a mess. Dante was pissed off. And I was here just trying to keep us together.

The gash on Honey’s face wasn’t bad enough for stitches, but he used a medical glue to seal the edges to help it heal faster. I’ve had stitches on my face before and those hurt like a bitch.

Roman was glaring at the doctor and I could see the poor physician sweating bullets. ...