*First Person's Perspective*
~Enise~
I called him and he asked that we met here, in the coffee shop, it smelled of roasted beans and freshly baked pastries, but one could barely register any of that as the tension at our booth was thick enough to choke me. It was the same spot where Lucian and I had met countless times to plot our schemes, but this time, there was an unwelcome addition to our little group—Anna.
Lucian sat ramrod across from me, his body stiffen, his arms folded across his chest and a dark, unfriendly expression on his face. He hadn’t said a word since we sat down, his lips pressed into a thin, to show how disapproving of this, he was.
Meanwhile, Anna, sat back casually in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips as though she found his discomfort amusing.
“Why is she h
