046 | FATE'S PLAYTHING

Enzo’s POV

I bit down on the end of my pen, nibbling at it as I stared down at the sprawling sentences half-written on the page.

Scar, Scarlett, my Scar, darling, my love, beloved – I’d crossed them all out, one after the other. I didn’t deserve to call her any of them, not even her beautiful name. I’d forsaken her.

I didn’t mean for this to happen, I wrote, and crossed that out, too. I’m sorry. I scribbled over my apology. It was too weak a sentiment for what I felt, and it didn’t encompass all the ways I ached to make it up to her when I finally returned to her side.

We made a discovery, I tried instead. I stared down at the words for a second, the ink drying under the yellow lamplight, and nodded at them. Facts didn’t ask for anything in return. They were just statements of truth. Putting the nib of my pen onto the paper again, I carried on writing.

I thought my parents had taken you. Then I thought it was the rogues, the same ones who had taken my parents. But it wasn’t – becaus