Chapter Fifty

I wake up to Enzo watching me. He's standing by the door. I rub my eyes and pull the covers up to shield my chest from him. When did I fall asleep?

What time is it now? How long has he been standing there like some creep?

"What do you want?" I ask.

He responds, "It isn't safe for you here during the day anymore, not without someone around you to protect you. Aurelio has things to do. I'm taking you someplace else."

I sit up. If he even thinks of taking me back to Giotto, I won't go. I'd rather stay here and risk getting killed. "I thought you said there wasn't anywhere else safe. Where do you plan on taking me?"

He pushes himself off the doorframe and turns his back to me. "Just get dressed."

I take my time. I'm in no hurry. I take a shower, detangle my hair, then pick out a comfortable outfit. Sweatpants, tennis shoes, an oversized pale pink hoodie I found lying at the bottom of the suitcase. I don't remember seeing it that day, but those assistants at that store must've added it.