Elize wasn’t surprised when Luca summoned her again.
What surprised her was the form it took.
A car.
Waiting outside the estate gates.
Engine already running.
As if time had been prepared in advance.
Enzo stood beside it.
Silent.
Still.
Not offering explanation until she was already there.
“Elize,” he said, opening the door.
She didn’t get in immediately.
“Where am I going?” she asked.
Enzo hesitated.
“That wasn’t specified.”
That answer wasn’t unclear.
It was filtered.
Meaning he had been given limited information deliberately.
She understood that immediately.
So she got in.
The door closed.
And the world moved.
Distance replaced by motion.
Control replaced by transition.
Elize watched the city outside shift in controlled blur. Lights, structures, movement—all pass
