CHAPTER 85

Tanya's POV

I turned around to see a man with dark hair. I squinted for a while, trying to figure out who he was, before realising he was the same man.

“What do you want, Dante?” I asked.

“Well, I think I’ve just made it,” he said, giving me a strange expression. “And don’t ever call me Dante again. It was just an experiment, but I don’t like that name.”

“What is your name then?” I asked. “Or rather, what would you like us to call you?”

“That was a pseudonym,” he said. “I was taking on the name of my employer just to see whether you would recognise it at all. You don’t, so there’s no need to continue with the act.”

“Really?” I asked. “You haven’t answered my question, though. What is your name? Your real name?”

“Enzo,” he replied. “That’s my name, and you should call me that instead of Dante.”

“We were still talking,” I said. “I wasn’t about to meet you yet, and you said you would give me time to decide.”

“There’s no decision,” he said, stepping forward and waving