Enzo pov
I shut the door to my room, leaning against it as I replayed the evening in my mind. The discussion about shipments, the way my father brushed off my report about the traitorous omega… all of it felt strangely hollow compared to the questions swirling around her presence in the mansion.
Just as I settled into my chair, I glanced out the window, my gaze drifting to the wing of the house where I assumed she was staying. The windows were dark now, curtains drawn tight, obscuring any glimpse of her.
I told myself I didn't care. I told myself she was just another pawn in my father's world, someone I'd likely forget as soon as her purpose here was fulfilled. But no matter how hard I tried, my curiosity persisted. Something about her—this girl my father had taken such pains to protect—made it impossible to let go of the questions gnawing at me.
For now, though, I would wait. The mansion had a way of revealing its secrets, and eventually, so would she.
