"You really cannot stop being nosy, can you?" I shot him another glare. He was asking too many questions for someone bleeding all over my hands.
Before he could respond, a voice called my name.
"Ath…"
Adler and I both turned our heads. Enzo stood there, his eyes dark, filled with anger and something even heavier. His gaze dropped to the cotton in my hand as I pressed it against Adler's wound. His jaw tightened, his brow furrowed.
"I will handle this. He needs stitches," Enzo said coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"My cut is not that deep, brother," Adler replied, serious but clearly annoyed.
"Some cuts may look small but they can be more dangerous than you think. With that much bleeding, stitches are necessary," Enzo insisted, glancing at me briefly before locking eyes with Adler again, tension rising between them.
