Amy's POV

The iron gates of Enzo’s estate groaned open. My feet shifted back and forth, fingers curling and uncurling around each other, all to distract myself from the inevitable as the wheels of the car drove me past the gate. One of Enzo's men stared straight at me in the backseat. I gulped, clutched my skirt, and threw my head back.

Before reaching his house, I was able to get a look at it from the backseat. At first glance, you would think it was just another house, but it carried a gothic air that blanketed over it and made time seem to spend into night even though we...