Emilia's POV
The evening seems sharper somehow, as though every shadow in the room had sharpened to a knife. Apart from that I need answers, I'm not sure why I'm in his office pacing like an imprisoned animal. Possibly even closing. But I am sure Enzo will not provide either.
The door opens, and I swivel around, heart hammering between my ribs as Enzo walks inside. His eyes are stern, inscrutable, yet when he sees me he flashes surprise.
"Emilia," he adds in a quiet, under control voice. "I assumed you were—".
"Where on earth you left me?" I cut him off, an explosion of wrath building in my chest. "Do you truly believe I am some puppet you could control? That I would just sit there while you engage in whatever game this is?
Though it doesn't matter; I can feel the storm building between us, every word like a spark just ready to strike. He closes the door softly. Emilia, what are you doing here?
