Constance
Scar held my hand as we made our way back to my loft. Even after three months of us being apart, my natural reaction was to head to his place, but I had to stop myself. I honestly hoped that he didn't sell that place because I loved it there. Maybe if we could figure out where Diego had disappeared to and eliminate the threat, we could live there together, not that Scar was ready to move in together.
That wasn't entirely accurate, considering we had pretty much been together every single day since we met except for the past three months. So, maybe he wouldn't be totally opposed to it.
He grabbed my hand, forcing me out of my thoughts. "What are you thinking about, Bambina?"
"Everything," I answered honestly. "However, this exact second, I was thinking about your place. Did yo
