“You, Tessie. You” he muttered, and Tessa felt a pound in her chest immediately.

It was so powerful, so hard that she had to hold the chest and shift back from him, so he dropped the gun.

His eyes… Those darn eyes didn’t leave her throughout.

There’s just something about his eyes. They were watching her as she clutched at her chest, staring back at him.

“Did that make your heart flutter, dusha moya?” He whispered with a smirk, and she moved back again.

“I’ll go get breakfast,” she said and swiftly turned, running down the stairs.

Enzo returned the gun to his side, the smirk disappearing and getting replaced...