Enzo was behind me again.
He clamped his hand around my waist, stopping me in my tracks when I reached the sitting room. I’d planned to leave his wing, to leave the mansion, and get the hell out of here.
That plan went to hell when I allowed him to guide me away from the door to the couch. He sat beside me, leaving a cushion between us. The expression on his gorgeous face shifted from concern to dismay when he noticed my tear-streaked face.
Shit.I hadn’t even realized I was crying.
The irritation in his voice dropped a decibel. “Blair,” he said with a composed manner I’d never expected from him, “I need you to tell me everything about you.” Desperation laced that sentence as he scooted closer. “This goes deeper than you simply being my Fawn.” He shook his head, and a quick grimace flashed across his face, like this conversation was going to kill him as much as me if it didn’t go well. “I chose you as my Fawn, yet you remain a complete enigma to me.”
Sighing, I turned away, unable to look at him.Thiswas why I’d never felt at home anywhere.
I kept too many secrets.
And secrets never led to trust.
Could I trust Enzo with my secrets?
He was manipulative and cunning.
But deep down, I felt like I trusted him more than I trusted anyone. But that was now.
What would happen when he got bored with me?
My secrets weren’t safe with someone temporary. It was too risky.
He sighed again, like he’d tried the gentle approach, and now that it hadn’t worked, he’d go with a harsher one.
And that was exactly what he did.
“Hush, little baby, don’t?—”
I lunged at him, scraping my nails against his skin to stop his singing. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
His mouth clamped shut as I jabbed my finger in his face.
More salty tears streamed down my face, stinging my eyes and trickling down my nose and into my mouth.
“Then tell me, damn it!” he roared, temper flaring as his patience evaporated. “Why are you so scared to open up? How many of my secrets are you privy to, hmm, Blair?” He used his hand to indicate the room. “You’re in my fucking house!” He pounded his palm against his chest. “That’s against every fucking rule in not onlymybook but my family’s! I give and give and give, but you offer me absolutely nothing!”
“I gave you myself!” I screamed, rising and charging toward the door.
Enzo was faster, sidestepping me to cut off my path, and blocked me from leaving. He pressed his hand against my chest, pushing me back until my spine met the wall.
His rough hands felt surprisingly gentle as he cradled my face, his expression softening again. “Blair, I’m begging you, to help us both. Please share your demons with me. I swear on my life, I’ll take them down, one after another, until you’re no longer in pain.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, a desperate attempt to hold back more oncoming tears, and shook my head. “They’re not pretty.”
“Blair, pretty stories have never interested me. The morbid and dark have always held a certain allure for me, my Fawn. Give me your soul, and I swear to you, I’ll always keep you safe.”
“Until you’re done with me. Until you’re sick of me as your Fawn. Then I’ll end up jumping out of a window or going to some insane asylum.”
He flinched, the harsh truth of my words striking him. “Okay, first off, Ashley isn’t in an insane asylumnow. She became a nun.”
I stilled. “Really?”
“Don’t believe everything Daphne tells you. But something to believe from her is that,yes, I am different with you than I’ve ever been with any of my Fawns.Yes, you mean so much more to me than they did. Does it make me sound shitty? Probably. But if that’s the worst shit I say all day, then so be it.” His hands rested on my cheeks as he stared into my eyes. “You’re so much more than a Fawn to me, Blair.”
“Then who am I?” I whispered.
