026 | WITCHY GOBBLEDYGOOK

Enzo’s POV

Rain fogged the windows, beating down relentlessly on the grey expanse of mountains and the craggy shadows of the pines. The library was a warm pool of lamplight, gold against the grey, but even the heat of the blanket Marla had tucked around my shoulders struggled to reach my frozen bones.

She stared at me unabashedly from across the table. Davin had seated us away from the alcove he and Scarlett had taken to sitting in, a strange look crossing his face as we’d passed it. This nook was just as cosy, but I missed the memory of Scar’s presence that filled the alcove. It was as close I’d come to touching her in days. I scratched the stubble growing along my jaw, long enough now that it was bordering on becoming a beard.

“You need to shave,” said Marla.

“Yes.” I turned to look out of the window, cursing the storm that was holding me hostage here. “I do.”

She said nothing more, and I made no effort to break the silence either. My thoughts dragged me into misery, and it was som