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Paige I open my eyes and instantly groan in pain. The sunlight is streaming in through the window. Where the hell am I? This isn't my room... No, it's Enzo's. Now I remember. Lance assaulted me last night, and Enzo took me to the hospital and had me checked out. I had to sit with doctors, nurses, and police officers, including Callie's father, Sheriff Harper, and my brother. I had to tell them again and again what Lance did to me. My whole body hurts. My head kills. Why is the morning after always worse than the night before? “Morning.” I turn my head slowly. Enzo is sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. I smile slightly. My eyes close to the touch of Enzo's hand on my face. My cheek hurts from where Lance hit me. “Don't cry, baby.” His voice is soothing, but I can't hel