His Return

AYRA’S POV Enzo stormed into my room before dawn, his face was scrunched in anger. "Because of you," he hissed, "three more of our men are in the hospital. Two might not make it and our security has been compromised again." Of course. Once more, I was being blamed for something I had no hand in. But I knew my explanations wouldn’t do anything. I was only going to make my case worse by saying anything. And I had no idea if they knew that Marco was among the men who broke in last night and that he had come to me. So I lowered my head instead, all the energy already drained from my soul. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I didn't know-“ "You're moving." He cut me off. "I don’t trust what you’ve done or kept here.” Two guards appeared behind him, grabbing each of my arms and I was marched down the hallway to a different guest room. It was smaller with windows that were already barred from the outside, this time they were reinforced with thick metal grates. I didn't complain o