Vincenzo Dante Volkov;

I stepped inside, and there she was—little mouse curled up on the floor, wincing in pain. It was well past three in the morning, and she should’ve been fast asleep by now.

"Hey," I said, dropping my gun on the bed. Her fierce glare shot straight through me, which only made me chuckle; she was oddly adorable when she tried to be intimidating.

"What’s wrong, Your Majesty?" I teased, watching her rise to her feet with a scowl.

"You left, Vince…just took ...