Enzo’s POV:

The night had arrived, and we hadn't seen Atticus the whole day. After the incident happened, he stormed off.

"He is not responding to me," Rosalie pouted, holding alcohol in one hand and her phone in the other. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for hours.

I had to take her out and bring her to the mountains, where we three always meet and drink.

"I have left him a message to come meet us here," I said, watching Rosalie let out a bitter laugh ...