Amy's POV

His fingers were digging into my wrist, and I don't think he noticed it either. I was going to point it out to him but decided to just keep my mouth shut. What mattered right now was making sure that Carlos got the help he needed. He looked so far gone; he didn't even have enough time to entertain whatever Enzo had planned before he would be lost forever.

My eyes were closed again before we left the basement. Almost as if he could read me—read the worried thoughts in my head—he stopped for half of a second and told me, "Don't worry about that bastard; he's going...