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Chapter 51

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My hands quivered a little in my lap as Enzo drove, but the press of his hand over mine steadied me, made the nerves take a little seat.

But I couldn't shake the churning questions in my head.

I have so many quetions about the attack,but I can't ask them while Enzo is there.

I messaged Lily telling her to call Enzo when I message her next.

Her reply came instantly.

"I will but What happened?"

I replied that once I am alone I will tell her everything.

I looked towards Enzo, he was a little tense and if he was worried he didn’t show it.

The car pulled up in front of a gated structure, a high-rise complex that shrieked cold luxury. Enzo exited first and came around to open my door. I paused for a moment but emerged, taking deep breaths.

I wanted answers.

I will get them, even If I have to jump in the dragons cave.

We arrived at the door, and the maid opened it, smiling politely and inviting us in before we could even knock. Citrus candles filled the air in the clean, modern ap
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