Enzo's pov
The night weighed heavily on me as I tried to process what Martha had just told me. Her words floated in the air, seeping into my mind like poison, twisting every thought I had about Tiara's safety. There was something she hadn't told me before, something she had felt compelled to say now. And it terrified me.
A knot of unease coiled in my chest, tightening with each passing second. I forced myself to take a breath, but it felt like I was inhaling smoke instead of air. Every step I took away from her, the colder my thoughts became. This wasn't just some harmless bit of gossip—Martha had seen something, something sinister. And now it was my responsibility to deal with it.
