Nina
When I ran into Enzo on the quad, I thought for a moment as he looked at me with the strange expression on his face that he might begin to remember me.
But he didn’t. Not yet, at least.
Seeing him walk up to Selena and hold her made me want to cry, but I managed to walk away and hold it together. I had faith that my scent would make Enzo come to me eventually, so long as I gave it time. In the meantime, I had the antidote to mix.
The infirmary, which had been the last place I wanted to be after Tiffany died, had somehow turned into my safe haven over the past few weeks. It was funny to think about how my internship there was purely coincidental, and how I wanted to choose a different internship; now, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
At the beginning of the semester, I had
