“Well then,” Mila said with a self-satisfied sigh. “I suppose there’s no use in more theatrics. You two will be returned to your chambers to begin the memory extraction process, and the undead boy here…” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll keep him, actually. After a bit of reed

Nina “Nina, Enzo. Please, come in.” Enzo and I exchanged a wary glance with each other before we stepped into my father’s study. He was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, leaning back in his leather chair with one leg crossed widely over the other. Hardly a moment ever passed when I was

Nina The cool summer night air was a refreshing feeling; it was much more moderate here, where my dad’s mansion resided in the north. Nothing at all like the heat and thick humidity of the jungle where Mila had created her horrific kingdom. “I just can’t believe it,” I whispered, hanging my head

My voice trailed off. I didn’t want to say it, but I didn’t really need to; Matt knew what I was talking about. “It’s okay to be angry, Enzo,” he said softly. “Just don’t take it out on her.” “I’m not. You can trust me on that.” I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. Truthfully, ever since t

“Enzo?” I called out. “You home?” “I’m in here.” I rounded the corner to the living room to find Enzo sitting on the sofa. I couldn’t help but furrow my brow a bit as I looked at him; no movie, no video game, no book. He was just… sitting there. He hadn’t even changed his shirt since what had ha