ELENA’S POV “There will be consequences for your disobedience.” Enzo’s voice sliced through the air, low and final, like a judge passing sentence. He stood over the bodies sprawled across the asphalt with his gun still smoking in his hand, blood pooling dark, and thick under the harsh afternoon sun. His eyes locked on mine—black, endless, furious in a way I’d never seen directed at me before. My knees buckled but I caught myself against the van as my palms scraped the rough metal. The punch to my face still throbbed, my split lip still tasted like copper, but the pain felt distant compared to the terror clawing up in my throat. Those men had stormed into pediatrics as they grabbed my arm mid-sentence while I charted a little boy’s fever, and dragged me through the corridor full of people. I’d thought at first they were Enzo’s men coming to haul me home like a misbehaving child but when the first fist landed on me I realized they weren’t his. His men would never touch me like that.
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