CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

Vincent pov

Now it makes sense. Now, it makes so much sense that I'm feeling physically sick. All the time Enya's been under my roof, we haven't heard from Red. The Alliance terrorised a lot of packs, but none of the attacks was led or supported by Red, which was suspicious enough. They never had their army move out unless that shithead stood before them and told everyone what to do. And now they're telling me Enya was Red all along? MY person, MY woman, and the angel who put me out of my misery was to blame for the suffering, to begin with? I fell for an actual enemy? Was that what she was trying to tell me every time she pointed out that we were enemies? She wanted to warn me, she tried to confess, and I never cared enough to listen to her. Am I the bad guy, or is she to blame for this mess? I don't know what to feel anymore.

I stare at her face as the