Vincent pov

I don't think my life could get any worse than it is right now. I hang up on Allison and toss my phone on the desk as Enya enters my office with a plate of food in hand. I know I should hate her; I should despise her and let her rot in the cells. I need to start asking questions and find out what the Alliance is planning, but I can't. The spark of excitement dancing in her eyes, and the slight smile she tries to hide, make me melt. There's something about her that draws me closer and closer to her, and sometimes I fear Aros...