Vincent sat in the backseat, eyes fixed down at his tightly clenched hands, which rested on his lap, the car engine humming softly. His palms were damp with sweat as he replayed the conversation he was about to have in his head.
Enzo, sitting in the driver's seat, adjusted the rearview mirror until his cold blue eyes met Vincent's anxious reflection. His lips curled into a sardonic smirk as he broke the silence. "I see you've been having a blast spying on me these past weeks, haven't you?"
Vincent's head jerked up in shock, his eyes growing wide like twin saucers.
"You… you knew?"
Enzo let out a short, humorless scoff and returned his eyes to the road. "Oh, please," he drawled, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while leaning back lazily.
"I could sense you the moment you stepped foot into this world. The only reason you've been able to walk around freely is because I've been too busy to bother with you. Consider it mercy."
