POV: Emilia
The chair's hard steel reminds me sharply of the world I am imprisoned in. Every floor creak makes my heart beat; the room is darkly lighted, shadows dance on the walls. One thing is certain: I am at their mercy; I do not know where I am or what they want of me. I am alone. And Enzo is bleeding someplace right here.
My breath freezes as the same silver-haired man from before walks in, his presence commanding the room. The door creaks open. Every stride deliberate, he glides with a predatory elegance. His eyes meet me, icy and detached, and a nasty smirk pulls at his mouth.
As I'm0 we were old acquaintances getting together for tea, he says, "Comfortable?"
"Get to the point," I say, defying my anxiety. " WHY am I here?"
He laughs, the sound deep and ominous. "Direct to the point. Like that. He folds his hands neatly on the table between us and settles across from me. "You are here as you are the one able to break Enzo De Luca. And I need to break up with him.
