Chapter Ten
Nina’s POV
I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains and the taste of salt on my lips from dried tears.
For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then it all came crashing back.
You’re ours now, Nina. Whether you like it or not.
Dante’s words echoed in my skull, cold and final as a prison door slamming shut.
I cried myself to sleep last night. Enzo had walked me to my room and made sure I was inside , because apparently mine wasn’t secure enough after the attack and left without a word.
I’d curled up on his bed, surrounded by the scent of his cologne and gunpowder, and sobbed until exhaustion dragged me under.
Now, the morning light painted everything gold, too beautiful for the nightmare I was living.
A soft knock at the door made me sit up, heart ra
