Isabella's POV
"Do you think I'm trustworthy?" Enzo's voice was a mixture of desperation and eagerness; he fixed a sharp eye on me.
My heart thumping against my ribs, I paused. "What sort of question is that? Of course, I—"
"No.." He cut me off, approaching closely, his hands clutching my arms as though they were the only means of keeping him grounded to the present. Not the simplest response. Isabella, I am yearning for the truth. Do you believe me? Even today?
My breath stopped as his words cut through the tension in the room. "What are you trying to say? Enzo, you really are frightening me.
He sighed, a sound tinged with melancholy and something deeper. "I wanted you to learn this way not here. But I have concealed from you some things.
I moved back, the warmth of his hands lost to the chilly air between us. "Kept from me." My voice was a whisper that shook with insight. You meant to mislead me?
