Nodding, I turn to him with a soft smile when he says, gently, “Are you all right?”
“I don’t know.” I drop my head to hide my quivering lips, but he grabs my chin and stares at me solemnly.
I try to smile, but it’s halfhearted at best.
“Lola—”
“Hey,” Cole says brusquely from behind me.
Turning, I find him standing under an alcove, staring at Enzo’s hand on my chin. When he raises his gaze, his eyes are like granite.
Once again, I marvel that he’s alive, my heart thumping in acknowledgment before I tamp it down. I am happy he’s alive, but the confusing maelstrom of emotion is pounding at my skull.
I should be angry, and I desperately try to grab onto that as Cole steps forward and says to Enzo, ignoring me altogether, “I need to speak to you.”
Dick.
“Goodnight, Enzo,” I murmur, turning and walking into the building without looking back.
I make it to my new home before collapsing in bed and allowing myself to cry the tears I’ve been suppressing all day. My heart hurts, and I don’t know how to make the ache go away.