Sireen’s POV

What snaps me out of my little moment with Enzo is a second limb vibration from his phone, and I turn to face a hedge, my hands coming to the ground beside me to touch some much needed grass.

“This is for you,” Enzo says, putting his phone up, and I see the text I sent to Elowen, only now, she has responded. My heart slows in my chest as I dust my hands against each other and reach for the phone, biting my lower lip nervously. I read her response quietly.

[I’m sorry, but I have to disagree with you, Sireen. I can’t let you do that....