Chapter 65

Elena:

I hissed in pain as Alvize put his hand on the bullet wound, his pain obvious in his eyes as he looked at me, knowing that I was hurting.

“I am fine, Alvize. We just have to clean this up,” I said, and he shook his head. He kissed my shoulder gently, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds before pulling away to look me in the eye.

“You are obviously injured and in pain…”

“I am not, Alvize.” I said, and he shook his head at me. His eyes met mine and I connected my lips with his.

“How the fuck did you get this bullet wound again?” Donatello asked, raising an amused eyebrow. I shrugged my shoulders and he shook his head. The fact that I trusted Alvize with this was something that I wouldn’t have expected if anyone paid me to. But the fact that he asked me to do so, now that was something that I loved and admired.

“I shot her,” Alvize said, taking his father by surprise.

“You did not shoot me, you shot the fucking demon.” I said, glaring at him and he rolled his eyes