Enzo’s POVDad wove in and out of consciousness over the next few days, waking only to vomit, to allow Medic Emila to tip small sips of water into his gummy mouth, and to stare blearily, unseeingly, at Mum and I. I hated every second I spent with him, because the man in the starchy white sheets wasn’t my father. Not really. My dad was always moving, always rolling his eyes or grinning, and this person was so very still. Looking into eyes I knew and getting no recognition back carved out a special hole in my heart, and it seeped blood long after he’d gone back to sleep.And yet I couldn’t bear to leave him either. As painful as being around the stranger with my dad’s uncanny valley features was, it hurt a Hell of a lot more to turn my back on him. So I sat with Mum day and night, taking turns to eat and shower when the need to do so became too great to go on ignoring, and just… being there. We didn’t talk much, though she asked question after question about Scarlett, which I was only t

Enzo’s POVMy shoes squeaked against the linoleum floor as I paced. Squeak, squeak, squeak. It was doing my head in.“She’ll be back soon, sweeatheart,” Mum cooed from Dad’s bedside, her hands twined with his. Her voice was infused with only a little of its usual honey.“I know.” I dragged my hands through my hair. I turned around. Squeak, squeak, squeak. “But I also know that she won’t have anything new to tell us. It’s been the same every day.”Mum sighed. “You’re probably right. That doesn’t mean we should give up hope, though–”“Hope?” I scoffed. “Hope’s all that’s been holding me together for weeks. I can’t keep the fire burning on my own for much longer. I need something good to happen. Just one damned thing. Is that too much to ask?”Another sigh. “This is about Scarlett, isn’t it?” At my nod, her mouth twisted. “I know it’s hard.”I wanted to argue with her, to scream until I was blue in the face that of course she didn’t, but how could I when her mate was still and pale in th

Enzo’s POVI bit down on the end of my pen, nibbling at it as I stared down at the sprawling sentences half-written on the page. Scar, Scarlett, my Scar, darling, my love, beloved – I’d crossed them all out, one after the other. I didn’t deserve to call her any of them, not even her beautiful name. I’d forsaken her. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I wrote, and crossed that out, too. I’m sorry. I scribbled over my apology. It was too weak a sentiment for what I felt, and it didn’t encompass all the ways I ached to make it up to her when I finally returned to her side.We made a discovery, I tried instead. I stared down at the words for a second, the ink drying under the yellow lamplight, and nodded at them. Facts didn’t ask for anything in return. They were just statements of truth. Putting the nib of my pen onto the paper again, I carried on writing.I thought my parents had taken you. Then I thought it was the rogues, the same ones who had taken my parents. But it wasn’t – becaus

Enzo’s POVIt was crazy. I knew that, Marla and Davin knew that, even the bloody trees knew that. But I was too damn desperate to care. So I copied down the address, noting with a spike of something that the address was in Adelaide. It was a spike of curiosity, maybe, or perhaps it was the slight rub of annoyance and gratification that it was, of course, an Australian city, the exact place I’d been convinced Scar was for so long.We’d been searching fruitlessly for months. Every lead came back with dead end after dead end. And, because the address ended with the word Australia, I was suddenly sure that the strange man on the other end of the phone did really know where I could find my mate.“Hang on,” said Marla, frowning at me. “Tell me what he said again? Exactly.”“I can’t remember exactly. The whole thing was so weird, Marls.”“Well, get as close as you can.”I sighed and leant back in my office chair. It creaked as my weight shifted, another quiet noise to add to the growing symp

Enzo’s POVI twisted around on the spot, staring up – and up and up and up – at the buildings stretching into the night sky. It didn’t look real to me, all the office lights still on and the workers scurrying around, still answering emails and phone calls and tap-tap-tapping down the halls in high heels and dress shoes. This was a world I knew of, but didn’t know.And it was where I’d find Scarlett. Apparently. That seemed almost as strange to me as the place I was in.“Can you see her here?” I asked Marla, turning to her with one eyebrow raised. “What would she even be doing? Has this guy, whoever he is, got her held hostage here against her will? Or did she choose to come here?” That thought made my heart pinch, so I tried to shove away imagined images of her making the choice to live here rather than coming home to me.“She’s your mate.” Marla laid a hand on my arm. “No matter what, she would have chosen you if she could. Now, come on. He said this date and this time, right?”“Yeah