“Meet me in the library,” Enzo says, poking his head out on the balcony where I drink another iced coffee as dawn ascends. I don’t know why I’ve resisted sitting out here for so long. Why have I resisted everything?
“Okay. Why?” I ask, not tearing my eyes from the still haunting ocean.
“For once, can you just do what I f*****g say without asking any questions?” Enzo snarls before leaving.
I frown. What the hell is up with him? The last time we were in the library we played truth or lies. Is that what he wants again? We still haven’t talked about what happened the last time we slept when he made me come. He vanished afterward.
I hate following orders, but right now it seems necessary to get my answers.
I run my hand through my long black hair that now reaches almost to my butt. I
