NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

I got to Enzo's house very late; it was almost midnight. He received me with love and affection, as I expected, but he could sense the palpable dread that hung around me, and that disturbed him. He held my hand as he led me inside. His house was a mansion, too. Smaller than Clayton's, but still a big and imposing structure.

"Nadine, what have you done?" He asked when we were inside of his living room. "Why did you leave my brother's house?"

"Ahh, you haven't heard yet?" ...