Zayne paced back and forth outside in the living room.
Siena was treating Dario in his room. And Alessio…he was seated on one of the sofas.
Neither of them had spoken to each other, but he was just as worried as he was.
His head was banging. He didn't know what to do anymore, or where to shift to. He wanted to do everything to find Evelyn, but Dario on the other hand was in a—
Siena walked out into the living room. She looked at them.
Alessio stood to his feet immediately and hurried toward her. "How is he? How is Dario?"
"Well…" Siena seemed to be hesitating for some reason, and they couldn't tell.
Zayne frowned at her. "What is it? Why are you hesitating? Is something wrong with Dario? Did something—"
"He was shot twice. Not once," Siena interrupted, saying.
He flickered his eyes, letting the information sink into his head. "T-twice?"
"Yes."
