Fifty-Five

GYPSY'S POV

My heart skipps a beat as the gruff voice fills my ears. Hurriedly, I look up at Enzo. His eyes are closed.

"Enzo?"

I call out softly, stroking his cheeks with my thumb. "Can you hear me?"

He doesn't stir. I look down at the hand that squeezed mine just a few seconds ago. Was I hallucinating? Did I imagine him talking to me too?

"Enzo…" I try once more.

He still doesn't stir. I bite down on my lip hard, my shoulders sagging in disappointment. I must have imagined everything. How I wish it wasn't just a figment of my imagination.

I plant my feet on the tiled floor, standing up right. I turn to walk out when I feel the grip on my hand tighten. My head snaps back sharply.

"Stay princess." The same gruff voice fills my ears and this time I think I saw his lips move. No sooner than later, his eyes slowly blinked open.

He shut them almost immediately, groaning. Light. The light must be stinging his eyes. I rush to the windows and pull the curtains close. When I turned, Enzo's