Page 84 of No Saint

“Don’t you turn your back on me, Atlas.”

Atlas pauses and turns back to Gabriel while I sit silently, swallowing down the bile that rises in my throat. His eyes bounce to me, his expression changing, just a small amount but enough to notice. It wasn’t aggression I saw but something else, something I couldn’t name but it goes cold just as quick.

“Of course not,” he mocks a bow, “wouldn’t want to offend.”

“Get out,” Gabriel orders, “But we’re not finished here.”

Atlas storms from the room.

“Amelia, I need you to try and remember, okay?”

“I can’t Gabriel, but there was someone, I know it.”

“I believe you,” He soothes, “I believe you, okay?”

I stay in the hospital for another day before they discharge me and not once does Gabriel leave. He remains in the chair besides the bed, sleeping when I did and when it came to leaving, he would not let me go. I refused a wheelchair, I didn’t need that. The dizziness was occasional, a symptom of the head trauma according to the female nurse assigned to me but they weren’t too worried and had sent me on my way.

I think the only reason Gabriel allowed it was because he had his own doctor at the house.

“Careful!” Gabriel snaps when we reach the reception area of the hospital, the target of his ire a sweet looking nurse who had been rushing.

“Gabriel, I am fine, stop it.”

He glares down at me and grips me harder, curling himself around me as if every person within view was an enemy.

They give him a wide berth as we leave, and a car is waiting out front for us. I slide in after Gabriel opens the door, noting a man I didn’t recognize behind the wheel.

“The house,” Gabriel orders.

The driver nods and when he moves, his jacket slides open, showing a gun at his hip.

I study him a little longer, blond haired and big, really fucking big. With tattoos that peak from the collar of his shirt.

He meets my eyes in the mirror and grins.

My heart just about stops.

He was fucking terrifying.

“Amelia, this is Enzo.”

The man grunts.Grunts.

“He doesn’t talk much,” Gabriel shrugs, leaning back in his seat, “For the next while, I’ve asked him to watch you.”

“Watch me?” I squeak.

Enzo suppresses a laugh while I glower at Gabriel, “What do you mean?”

“Until I catch whoever is doing this,” his eyes flick to the stitches on my head, “I don’t want you alone and I can’t trust those employed right now.”

“But you trust Enzo?”

The man seemed more beast than human. Jesus Christ.

“Yes. I can’t be around all the time so when I am not, Enzo has agreed to be your bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard. Enzo.”

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