“You think I don’t know that?” I answered as I stared at my reflection. “She’s clearly fishing for something, probing for weaknesses. And she’s not doing a great job at hiding it.” My wolf paced in my mind, just as restless and agitated as I was. “Should we tell Enzo? Maybe he doesn’t see it like
Nina We walked into the hotel room, the tension from dinner still palpable but left unspoken. Enzo set down his jacket and turned to look at me. Instantly, I knew that something was wrong. “Why were you so vague about how we met, Nina? It seemed like you didn’t want to talk about it,” he sai
He sighed deeply, looking at me with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief. “Nina, I think you’re just on edge, and I think I know why. After Selena—” My heart sank. The room felt suddenly colder, the emotional distance between us like a tangible wall. “Don’t you dare bring my dead siste
Nina I woke up to the sharp pang of nausea hitting me like a freight train. My stomach was a swirl of discomfort, making the mere thought of breakfast unbearable. Enzo, lying beside me, seemed to sense my discomfort before I even articulated it, his eyes clouded with residual tension from our argu
Enzo I strode into the rink, the familiar chill of the ice sending a shiver down my spine in an all-too-familiar way. Normally, it was comforting. But today, after my argument with Nina, it felt anything but comforting. I wished that she would just trust me fully, like she said she did. But I co
“Sure,” I answered, managing a polite smile. She sat down beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. “You don’t look so good,” she said. “Everything okay?” I sighed, rubbing a gloved hand over my face. “I’m fine.” “Are you lying?” she prodded gently, her eyes searching mine. Realizing that there
Nina I meandered through the marble halls of the museum, the art surrounding me a comforting distraction that I sorely needed. Each painting and statue had its own unique beauty to it, and I eventually found myself in the Ancient History section, gawking at a pair of clay vases with depictions of
Nina Too soon. Enzo’s question hung in the air after he uttered those words, and it felt like a knife had twisted itself in my gut. “Too soon?” I managed, my voice hardly more than a whisper. “What do you mean? That you regret it?” he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. “I just mean, ever