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Enzo’s POV

I sighed. I didn’t have the energy to fight him. He’d won. He would always win.

“Of course you did,” I replied, sidling over to Bennett and eyeing him cautiously. He knew, of course, that I would do as such, and he leant towards me a fraction of a second before I could. Our noses brushed; I recoiled.

“You’re going to ask why I’m here.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “And then a litany of more, very boring, questions. Fortunately for you, Strength, the time has come to answer them. But can we at least have this conversation somewhere more comfortable than this?” He wrinkled his nose at the cool stone walls and slate floors. “Somewhere less… grey?”

“You’re quite clearly the one that chose this location, not me.” I dragged a hand through my hair and sighed again, pointedly this time. “You’ll really answer my questions?”

“Scout’s honour.” He patted his chest.

I groaned. “Fine. But we’re going somewhere that serves alcohol. And you’re paying.”

* * *

I felt much better after Bennet