Chapter 172

• The doors swung open, and my breath caught in my throat.
• Renzo stepped into the room.
• He froze the moment he saw me, and I felt my chest tighten as I took him in. His handsome features were paler than usual, his jaw darkened by a bruise that looked like he’d slammed into rocks during the fall. He wore a black T-shirt and combat pants Lazaro’s doing, no doubt. Our eyes locked, and tears welled up in mine before I could stop them. Then I moved or maybe I ran and threw myself into his arms.