Nina
That night, I ran into Eli. Although our conversation was brief, it told me all I needed to know.
As I looked at him, his appearance began to morph once more into Enzo’s. His eyes became the soft brown color I had grown to love, his hair became curly and brown, and his face morphed into the handsome, sharp appearance I had become so familiar with over the past few months.
Maybe Selena really was pulling some sort of prank on me. Maybe these two new transfer students weren’t actually Selena or Enzo, but were in fact actors who had some sort of spell put on them to make me think that they were Selena and Enzo. That would be the most logical explanation.
But the way that “Sadie” glared at me through the window — Enzo’s window, for that matter — that night, the way that she threatened
