Nina I stared at Luke in stunned silence, his words echoing in my head. Enzo... with Mila? It made no sense, and yet, a tendril of dread snaked its way around my heart when I saw the look in Luke’s eyes. He knew what he had seen. “What are you talking about?”I finally managed, my voice tremb
Anger roiled inside of me at his words. “Do you even hear yourself?” I blurted out. “Mila has Enzo, dad. Mila. You know what she’s capable of.” “Of course I know what she’s capable of,” he replied, pulling his shoulders back so that his hulking form seemed to tower over me. “Which is precisely why
Enzo I lounged back on the plush chaise, idly running my fingers along the intricate embroidery as I gazed out over the deep, shimmering pools of water below. Mila’s palace really was a marvel, all glittering spires and soaring archways that seemed to defy the laws of physics itself, all nestled
Nina I stared down at the book in front of me, my breath catching in my throat as the strange blue glow intensified. The moonstone in my hand glowed as well, its light almost seeming to pulse in tandem with that of the book. “What the hell?” I muttered, reaching out to touch the book. Gasping
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Tyler was right; the book was quiet now, but I could still feel its energy thrumming without even touching it. Whatever magic had been soothed because of the moonstone would likely not react well to being burned. Which was likely why it had been shoved into
Nina I awoke with a start, gasping and clutching my chest. A cold sweat had caked my back, and as I sat up in bed, I noticed the ache in my limbs from tensing my muscles during my sleep. But my physical discomfort felt like nothing to the mental discomfort I felt. Selena’s words, even in my waki
Enzo “Enzo…” Nina straddled me, her long, dark hair falling like a curtain around us. We moved in tandem together, just as we had a thousand times before; she leaned down, pressing her warm, small hands into my chest, and began to trace gentle kisses along my jaw and neck. I let out a soft moa
Somehow, though, an idea came to mind. Before, it had been so sudden and horrific; but maybe if I could meet my opponent first, get a feel for whoever I would be fighting, it wouldn’t be so bad. Right? “Alright,” I finally agreed, albeit hesitantly. “But first, I want to meet my opponent.” Mil