#Chapter 404: Dinner & Demons

Nina By the time Enzo and I pulled ourselves away from our embrace, the clock read past four o’clock. I was beginning to feel restless, but Enzo was fast asleep. We had both dozed off yet again, although Enzo was more deep in sleep than I was. With a gentle sigh, I carefully extricated myself from Enzo, my fingers trailing lightly over his arm as I did so. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering before he let out a contented sigh and settled back into sleep. I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched him sleep. He clearly needed it, and I wasn’t going to wake him up. But then my eyes caught it; the mark on his wrist. It was almost fully healed by now, but I could just barely make out the faint line where the bruise had been before. It wasn’t so much the fact that he had the mark, it was the way he reacted when I pointed it out. It wasn’t like Enzo to flinch away when it came to injuries. Under normal circumstances, he likely could have pulled up his sleeve to have me look at it.