TATE
I WAS SHAKING so hard my teeth almost clicked, and adjusting my glasses didn’t help even though I kept doing it like pushing them up the bridge of my nose would somehow steady me. My breath stayed uneven. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My heart punched like it was trying to break out of my chest.
Not because I was scared of him.
Because I was scared for him.
Enzo wasn’t here with me. Not really. His body was, but his eyes were somewhere else—somewhere darker, somewhere soaked in blood and memory. His chest stayed tight like breathing hurt, and the way he stared past me, jaw locked around whatever he couldn’t say—it gutted me.
What the hell do you say to a man who killed the person fate tied him to?
What the f**k do you say when you’re watching him drown in it all over again?
