Amy’s POV

The clinking of silverware was driving me crazy. It wasn't just the noise; it was triggering the anxiety I already felt. Ever since that day I saw Enzo, he kept sending invitations for me to come to his estate, each of them branded with the symbol of his faction on the back. Antonio had been keeping them in his study.

So far, I knew nothing about the next move and was genuinely confused. This opportunity had all but fallen straight into my lap. Sure, I might have been a little reckless, but was he throwing away the whole plan just because of that?

I looked at him from...