070: "You Can Go Ask Him Why He Didn't Kill Me When He Had The Chance!”

[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]

In order to celebrate our victory, we hit the nearest club. I sat on one of the bar stools, watching as the rest of the squads celebrated their victory, but it did not feel like a victory to me anymore, more like a defeat as I remembered the dread in Enzo's eyes, the pain in his expression.

I’d always wanted him to show his emotions, and when he finally did, I couldn't seem to bear it. I'd complained that he was too blank, but tonight I wished he had remained blank and not revealed anything to me. Maybe he knew what those emotions would do to me, and that is why he had them all over his face; he knew they would haunt me for a long time.

I closed my eyes, and my mind immediately replayed the events of an hour ago. I shivered as I shot him, thinking he was going to pull his own trigger, but he didn't, and he never planned to. But what if my bullet had hit somewhere else, perhaps his chest?

Suddenly, my mind conjured up an image of Enzo lying in his pool of bl