Enzo's POV
"I won't touch you then, OK, however I'm staying. You're not shifting all alone," I tell her, battling the desire to smother her worry by using the bond and calling. She turns away from me.
"I said get out," she murmured prior to cleaning a wanderer tear. My heart squeezed at her loss and I know she blames me for this; I accuse myself.
"I will find you some clothes," I tell her, getting up off the floor and leaving. I find her some of my shirts and set them on the bed prior to standing by the bathroom door and tuning in.
I was met with silence and the running of the water. I knock on the door, however she doesn't reply.
"Annie, I will come in, OK," I shouted to her. I stand by, yet she doesn't reply, so I delicately push the door open to find her clothes torn and scattered
