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098 | THESE AREN'T MY HANDS

Enzo’s POV

Our relationship, no matter what else it was, was certainly begrudging.

“What do I tell my Beta and Gamma?” I muttered, following Bennett to something called a Mega Bus. My gaze kept shifting around, though it wasn’t to take in the sights and scenery of Cardiff. I trusted him less today than I did yesterday – because he’d got me so drunk I hadn’t been able to walk straight. He’d paid for us to spend the night in a nicer hotel, which had irked me more than if we’d got back to my grotty one because I hadn’t been sober enough to take any notice of it.

Had he got me drunk on purpose? Had he known exactly what to say and do to get me to cave? I hated not knowing which elements of my life were being nudged into the right direction for his means.

“You have the perfect reason to delay your return,” he said.

My head throbbed. How many long island iced teas had I had last night?

“I do?”

Bennett sighed. “Are you a particularly slow specimen, or is this simply what it’s like for tho
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Roberta
I like the change that Bennett made so he can get through the enemy camp. but come on it's getting drown out and boring I want Enzo and jackass Ryker to fight already
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Margaret Creamer
What in the world happened to him?
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