Sireen’s POV
What snaps me out of my little moment with Enzo is a second limb vibration from his phone, and I turn to face a hedge, my hands coming to the ground beside me to touch some much needed grass.
“This is for you,” Enzo says, putting his phone up, and I see the text I sent to Elowen, only now, she has responded. My heart slows in my chest as I dust my hands against each other and reach for the phone, biting my lower lip nervously. I read her response quietly.
[I’m sorry, but I have to disagree with you, Sireen. I can’t let you do that. We should meet.]
As if the phone is tied to a hot pot of coal, I hand it back to Enzo and release a frustrated sigh.
He doesn’t have to ask before I tell him. “She says she won’t let me quit.”
Enzo chuckles. “I haven’t seen where that has ha
