Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows

**Enzo POV**

"She’s asleep," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, rough whisper so I wouldn't wake our sleeping beauty. I brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingertips drag down her flushed, tear-stained cheek. Her breathing finally evened out into a steady, rhythmic rise and fall. Her exhausted body went limp against the mattress, tucked closely against Dante's side with