Lorenzo's pov
My anger dissolves slowly as I watch her red hair spilling all over my pillow as she slept. She was currently in my apartment in New York asleep, it was 5 in the morning when I got back to from Mexico. If it wasn't for Lev I had to watch her apartment she might not be here. After I spot the black car two nights ago I made Lev check on the area every few hours.
After I ended the phone call I received a picture—of Maya in her apartment— with a message. The message said because of my cursed blood, I didn't understand. All I knew was that Maya was in danger because of me. I was this close to losing her once again.
