Nina Finally, it was time. After two days of preparations, we went to collect Ronan from his cell. Much to my surprise, he stayed calm, not even needing to be guarded as we made our way out to the truck. After the four of us—myself, Enzo, Ronan, and Luke—climbed into the truck, we pulled out and
Ronan nodded, a flicker of relief passing over his features. “I appreciate you keeping your word.” “We’re the Peacekeepers,” I said, my voice hardening. “We don’t make false promises.” Ronan’s lips quirked upwards into a humorless smile. “Fair enough.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, rock
Nina I sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly tracing the grains in the wood grain with my fingertip as my mind raced. The sun was high in the sky, a warm summer day that should have been spent lounging by the poolside and enjoying ice cream with my friends, if I had only been given the luxury o
Enzo The heavy punching bag sailed through the air like it weighed nothing as I delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, the dull thud of the impact reverberating through my bones. Sweat beaded on my brow, trickling down my temples, but I paid it no mind. The adrenaline coursing through my veins prop
Nina I stared vacantly at the gently rippling surface of the pool, watching as the underwater lights cast an eerie blue glow across the water. My feet were dipped into the water, creating more ripples as I slowly swirled them around beneath the surface. It was incredibly warm out—maybe one of th
When I was finally able to breathe properly, Enzo met my gaze. “What’s going through that head of yours?” he whispered. I shrugged. “It’s just… I don’t know if I can do this, Enzo,” I murmured. “Taking over my dad’s throne when I really want to go after him, handling people who want to kidnap my b
Nina I couldn’t stop staring at the grainy image that was displayed on the monitor, watching in awe as the little blob that was our daughter flexed and kicked within the safe confines of my womb. A wide smile spread across my face as I studied her tiny features, committing every detail to memory.
I managed a weak smile, resting my head against his chest. He was right—the constant stress and upheaval lately was undoubtedly taking its toll. I needed to find healthier ways to cope with the pressures weighing on me. “You should go back to yoga,” he said softly, wrapping his arm around me as we