Page 94 of The Chaos She Brings
He hangs up before I can say anything else.
Nate’s eyes meet mine and he nods. “I’ll drive you to the airport.”
Touching down at LaGuardia International I’m the first one out of my seat, grabbing my small overhead case, and hobbling off the plane.
The broken leg helps; people move out my way and let me in front of them in queues.
The wheels of my case screech across the ground as I shuffle through the airport, desperately praying with any Gods listening to move the security line along.
My phone rings just as I make out outside.
“Enzo?”
His voice rumbles through the phone, “I have her.”
My lungs inflate, filling with air for the first time in hours.
“Is she okay?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“She’s out of it, waking up a little then passing back out. Doc says it’s the shock.”
“What’s your address?”
Silence.
“Why?”
“So I can send you a postcard,” I snark, rolling my eyes. “I just landed, tell me where to go.”
“You’re here? The city?”
“Enzo,” I growl impatiently.
He rattles off his address while I flag down a cab.
Enzo’s building is like a modern architect's wet dream, all windows, low lighting, neutral greys.
The reception manager is waiting for me when I arrive. The elevator doors ding open to reveal a huge penthouse apartment on the other side.
I’m expecting more grey, but instead there’s little pops of colour, soft greens and blues, that make the place feel more homely and less clinical.
Enzo stands in front of me with his arms folded, a frown on his face. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I give him a look that I’m hoping says,“Are you shitting me?”
He rolls his eyes but motions for me to follow him with his head, taking us further into the apartment.
“She still hasn’t fully woken up, just the occasional eye flutter.”
“But she’s okay, right?”
He shrugs. “Physically yeah.”
He pushes open a door to show me Tess lying motionless on a bed. A growl leaves me when I note the large bandage adorning her side.
“You said she was fine.”
“It was barely a graze. Sheisfine.”
