Enzo's POV
My heart is pounding slowly but hard. Even though our feeling is intertwined, most of the time, I know who owns who. But at this moment, I am not sure who owns this hard and painful heartbeat.
"Enzo... let's end this..." her voice cracked. I can feel the sudden acceleration of my heart, and again, I'm not sure whose heart is this.
"No," I firmly uttered. She bite her lower lip, tears attempting to form at the sides of her eyes, and the thin horizontal line on her forehead emerged.
"I'm a slave but it does not mean you can force me into a relationship that I don't want!" A tear escaped down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped it off. She narrowed her eyes at me, trying to stand with what she said. I felt it earlier—her pain.
"Let's go pick some of your arrows. Maybe they we
