Enzo's POV
Annie was really bothering me; I was unable to try and kick the damn door down since I couldn't say whether she was behind it or not. The entire night I waited, and damn did she test my understanding as I gulped down the golden fluid, allowing it to singe the rear of my throat while I scowled at the door.
Moving off the bed and away from my gaze off with the storage room door isolating me from her. I wandered toward the little bar region in the corner, snarling and murmuring softly as l poured the last remainders from the bottle into my glass.
Her distress was starting to make me anxious, her scent growing stronger as it pervaded from under the door. Snatching my glass, I pushed back toward the bed, stopping briefly by the shelf. My eyes moved over the rack prior to detecting
