Brielle's POV
That night, I dreamt of Enzo.
Apparently, I couldn’t escape him, not even in my own dreams.
At first, I was back at my father and brother’s funeral. Jayce’s arms were wrapped around me as I sobbed into his shoulder, whispering sweet promises into my ear.
Then everything shifted.
Suddenly, I was standing in a beautiful garden. Enzo stood in the middle of it, watching me.
Those familiar blue eyes held mine, drawing me in before I could look away. His scent surrounded me, dark and intoxicating, wrapping around me like smoke.
I took a step toward him, and he toward me. Before I knew it, his arms were around me, and I was melting against him.
His lips brushed mine—
I woke up abruptly.
My body was covered in sweat, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. For a few secon
