My heart hammered violently as Enzo’s fingers curled under my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His dark eyes burned with something unreadable—something far more dangerous than rage. Control. Possession. A warning.

“You want answers?” he said, voice smooth as velvet, lethal as a dagger. “Then you’ll get them. But remember, little dove—truth comes with a price.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m not afraid of you.”

His lips curled into a slow, deadly smirk. “That’s your first mistake.”

Before I could respond, Enzo turned and strode toward the towering double doors of the library. He didn’t look back. He didn’t wait to see if I would follow. He didn’t...