Lisa's POV
I slammed the heavy book shut, my fingers tingling from the weight of flipping through so many pages. My eyes burned, not just from staring at ink for too long, but from the fire of triumph rushing through me. I had done it. I had read all of them—the very same books Enzo had marked, the ones he had teased me about, the ones he said would never hold my interest for long. Every word was carved into my mind like scratches on stone.
The moment the realization struck me, I leapt to my feet, the chair screeching behind me. I didn’t even bother tidying up the mess of papers and notes scattered across my desk. Excitement flooded through me like wildfire, and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my lips. My heart thudded in my chest, faster and faster, urging me forward.
“I’m
