Lila’s POVThere was a part of me that was hoping that Enzo wouldn’t show up. Emily and Kate were especially happy to meet him when I told them he agreed to come. We spent most of the morning setting up the gallery for the show. The caterers arrived just in time to set up their stations for food an
But why? I stepped away from Brody, allowing his hand to fall from my shoulder and I glanced back at Leroy and Cassidy-Ann. “If you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to speak with,” I told them, bowing my head slightly at Leroy Klein as if he was royalty. Who am I kidding? To me… he was the cl
Lila’s POVWhat did he just say? I stared up at him with wide and shocked eyes. I could hardly breathe standing in front of him. We were outside and the air was starting to get brisk. It was growing late in the evening and only the faint lighting of the moon, hidden behind a few clouds, lit up the
“We would be gone for the entire summer…so a couple of months,” she continued. At that point, my heart fell back into my stomach. I had a disappointed feeling knotting inside of me and I felt Val’s head lowering. We would be gone for so long… That was two months away from Enzo. Val would never be
Enzo’s POV“You went to the art show, Enzo?” Connie nearly hissed, stepping in front of me as I sat on the couch in my living room. “What are you even still doing here, Connie?” I muttered, kicking off my shoes. “Didn’t your contract end a week ago?” She pouted, folding her arms across her chest.
Nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix. I allowed the steaming hot water to relax my sore muscles and I brushed the thought of Lila out of my mind. I couldn’t believe what I had said to her. I openly admitted to her that I had feelings for her, and it was only going to put her in more danger. Connie wa
Lila’s POV“An election? This student committee was my idea,” I said, staring between all the school board’s faces until my eyes landed on Sarah who stared at me with a smug grin. I could tell that her intentions weren’t pure, and my stomach was forming into a tight knot. “Yes, but it’s a student
“Monstro?” My father asked. “That’s quite far. That’s on the other side of the world. What would you be doing there?” “She has an art signing at the International School of Art for Shifters,” I explained. “And a couple of conferences she needs to attend. She was planning on staying there for a coup