Enzo's POV
The ride back from the meeting dragged longer than it should have, the horses restless, the air still heavy with the smell of burnt wood from some village I passed earlier. I had my mind set on only one thing the entire way back—the thought of her. Lisa.
I pictured her standing at the gate waiting like she usually did, that small smile tugging her lips, her hair falling into her face before she brushed it away in that absentminded way she always did. She had this way of making the world feel lighter just by being there. I kept glancing ahead like a fool expecting to see her, but when I reached the gates, she wasn’t there.
That was the first tug inside my chest.
Ash and Kael were trailing behind me, both of them speaking about the meeting, about supplies, about the way one of
