Nina
Enzo drove me home that night. As I got off of his motorcycle, I wanted so badly to stay with him. We could drive away on his motorcycle together and never return to this place, but at the same time, I knew that he was right about our relationship. If he truly had a fated mate, it wasn’t my place to tear him away from her.
“Thank you,” I said, standing beside his bike and shivering in the chilly autumn wind. “I appreciate your kindness.”
Enzo simply nodded before driving away. As I watched him go, I blinked away tears.
I returned to my room and tried to get some sleep, but I couldn’t. Every time I fell asleep, I would have relentless nightmares about Edward returning to torture me or kidnap me. Finally, after an hour of tossing and turning, I began to feel claustrophobic in my bed
