066 | CINNAMON AND CLOVE

Enzo’s POV

I felt permanently on edge after Bennett’s latest intrusive message. It became impossible to distract myself, because every time I opened a book in the library or ran past a tree at training, I expected to see the words ‘I told you so’ inked or carved there. He’d effectively managed to infiltrate our lives – and my blooming paranoia wasn’t even the worst problem Scar and I had to deal with.

So much for our peaceful paradise. Even now, with Scarlett’s head resting sleepily on my chest and the first rays of dawn spilling in through the open curtains, my brow was furrowed and stress pounded at my temples. Lifting a hand, I pressed my fingertips into my temples and started to rub. Hard.

Scar lifted her head, her eyelids still closed, her lashes forming a dark crescent over her freckled skin. “Whassmatter?”

Despite it all, I huffed out a laugh. “In English, please?”

She yawned widely and snuggled back in. “What. Is. The.” She paused, yawning again, before she finished. “Matter?”