Emilia's POV
I confront Enzo in the dimly lit confines of his office and my pulse hammers. Thick, electric, like the charged quiet before a thunderstorm, the air is Every muscle in my body is stiff, coiled as I wait, ravenous for answers yet afraid of what they could expose. Enzo leans against the desk, his eyes hard on me, unyielding as stone, but something raw, buried makes me hold my breath in response.
Tell me what you're concealing, Enzo; my voice is steadier than I would want.
He turns aside, his face quivering from a tightened jaw. "You feel you can manage the truth?" His voice is low, nearly a growl. Once you know, you cannot go back.
Part of me wants to back off, to give up this road and hang to whatever remains of routine. I am past that stage, too far in his world to think
