“Don’t look at him. Look at me,” Enzo barks, demanding my attention without laying a finger on me. “I know you’re scared and overwhelmed right now, so I’m going to let that go. But I do not appreciate your downplaying of what I feel for you, princess. I am nothing like your father.” “Enz…” I mutter, my heart breaking at how upset he is—how hurt. “You are not discardable. Do you understand me? I would walk away from everything this second if it meant I didn’t need to worry about your safety. And if you can’t see that yet, then I’m clearly not doing a good enough job of showing you.” He slips
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