Enzo The leather punching bag felt like steel under my sore knuckles, but I kept punching. No matter how out of breath and tired I got, I couldn’t stop. Not when something so important was on the horizon. Mila. It had been almost two weeks since our escapade in the dread queen’s obsidian palac
My voice trailed off. I didn’t want to say it, but I didn’t really need to; Matt knew what I was talking about. “It’s okay to be angry, Enzo,” he said softly. “Just don’t take it out on her.” “I’m not. You can trust me on that.” I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. Truthfully, ever since t
Nina “Hold still.” I dabbed at Matt’s bloody nose with an antiseptic wipe. He winced, but didn’t pull away as I cleaned away the oozing blood to reveal raw, bruised skin. “It’s not broken,” I said softly. “Just cut up real good.” “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Matt,” Enzo, who was standing beside me w
“Enzo?” I called out. “You home?” “I’m in here.” I rounded the corner to the living room to find Enzo sitting on the sofa. I couldn’t help but furrow my brow a bit as I looked at him; no movie, no video game, no book. He was just… sitting there. He hadn’t even changed his shirt since what had ha
Enzo I stood outside the interrogation room, flexing my fingers as I stared down at my palm. The remnants of a few small cuts were there; scrapes on my knuckles from where I had beaten Matt, and then a few cuts on my palm where I had crushed that glass last night. “I scared her,” I thought to my
“And why are they hiring you to come after my family?” He shrugged. “Something about blood.” “That’s it?” I growled, growing frustrated by his blase nature. “Just… blood?” “Yup.” “Ronan.” I stood again and crossed over to him, stooping so that our faces were almost aligned. “If you’re withho
Nina For a few moments, the frenetic whirling and buzzing that I had grown so used to over the past year filled all of my senses. But, after the briefest of moments, it was over—and I was met instead with the sound of birds chirping, fountains running, and the soft summer breeze blowing across m
Nina “Ouch. Shit.” Matt winced as I dabbed at his bloody nose. He must have burst a small blood vessel during the training, because he had suddenly begun gushing out of nowhere. And although he was on the mend following Enzo’s outburst the other day, he was clearly still in a good amount of pain