Emilia's POV
Unspoken tension permeates the air, whirling about us like a hurricane just about to strike. Enzo's eyes show me raw will combined with something deeper, something that causes my heart to hurt even in the middle of all the turmoil we are in. His look is incomprehensible, a mask of control, but I can sense the fissures developing under surface level.
"Why could you not simply visit the police?" Once more, I beg, my irritation overflowing. Enzo, you cannot fight this by yourself. Not only is this your battle.
His eyes tighten as a shadow crosses his face. The cops are dishonest. They are in the pocket of the same folks I am working to oppose. You would be considerably more vulnerable involving them, trust me.
My heart falls, yet just now I cannot back down. "So, what's the
