Enzo's POV
I had barely stepped out of the bathroom when the weight of exhaustion hit me like a hammer. My hair was still damp, my body loose and heavy after a long night that didn’t feel like it had ended. Lisa’s scent still clung faintly to my skin despite the soap I’d used, and I hated how much it lingered, not because I didn’t like it, but because it reminded me of something I had no business holding onto.
I tossed the towel onto the chair, dragged my hands down my face, and was already halfway to collapsing on my bed when a sharp tug rattled my mind.
*Enzo.*
I froze mid-step, blinking as the link pushed itself more firmly into my head.
*Training ground. Now.*
It was Ash’s voice, low and even, but firm.
I groaned and let myself fall on the bed anyway, the mattress catching my we
