Enzo
A ball of anxiety welled in my chest as our private doctor gave Honey a look-over. Roman was a mess. Dante was pissed off. And I was here just trying to keep us together.
The gash on Honey's face wasn't bad enough for stitches, but he used a medical glue to seal the edges to help it heal faster. I've had stitches on my face before and those hurt like a b***h.
Roman was glaring at the doctor and I could see the poor physician sweating bullets.
When she winced at the sting, I swore Roman was going to take the doctor's scissors and garrot him with them. Luckily, I grabbed them before Roman could.
The room was tense.
Honey seemed so tired when she leaned against Roman, but as soon as she touched him, he softened and I became less concerned that he'd kill our doctor. The doctor
