Vincent pov

She shakes her head, and I notice how quickly her shoulders sink. It's not just an answer, it's her giving up, and I hate it when Enya gives up. I have come to know her as the woman who would cross any line to fight for herself. The woman sitting in front of me is nothing more than a broken shell left of her. I wish I was in a position to help her, to hold her and slowly put her back together. But I can't. Responsibility comes before love. "None of that, Alpha Romano. Just because I asked for something in return for the information does not...