I shoved him away from me, sitting up and turning my back to the gorgeous man sprawled across the bed as I scooted my way off the opposite side. “You have no choice. But I fucking do. And I’m not sitting around here waiting for him to come get me and lock me back inside of my room.” Or worse. But I didn’t voice that fear out loud.

Enzo sat up and tried to grab my wrist, but I pulled it out of his reach and slid off the mattress. “Sera. There’s nowhere you can go.”

A thought occurred to me, and I whirled to face him with my shirt...