Untreated Wounds

Cora

Enzo was angry, and he wasn’t hiding it. With a hardened gaze and a set jaw, he dragged me to the car, rough enough to convey his rage, but gentle enough to not cause harm. He flung the passenger door opened and stepped aside for me to get in. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I complied without a word.

“Why did you follow me?” He fired as soon as he got settled in beside me. “Why are you h