Enzo's POV
The ride to Craven Pack stretched on endlessly, every mile thick with tension. Sitting beside Damien felt suffocating under a mountain. He said little, but the way he held himself—his aura of authority—was stifling. I hated this trip, I was exhausted, irritable, and nursing a quiet resentment I dared not voice.
But when we arrived. Something unexpected happened. She stole my breath.
A girl stood near the edge of the gathering, shrouded in the shadows as if she hope to vanish into them. Her dress was worn out, hanging loose, but it couldn't hide the soft curve of her waist, her face radiated a quiet allure, and her smell kept drawing ne closer. She glanced in my direction for a moment, but there was something haunting in the way her eyes kept stealing glances at Damien.
Who was she?
