Serafina

I glanced up at him, and then away, taking a sip of my drink as I tried to hide from the intensity of his stare. I could feel it, even though I couldn't

see his eyes. But unless I wanted to crawl under the table or walk out of the room, there was nowhere for me to go.

With that thought, I suddenly stood up. I needed a moment.

Enzo's hand immediately wrapped around my wrist, keeping me there at the table. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I just need to use the restroom," I told him as calmly as I could. But inside, I was...