Chapter 67

  Vincent pov

  She shakes her head, and I notice how quickly her shoulders sink. It's not just an answer, it's her giving up, and I hate it when Enya gives up. I have come to know her as the woman who would cross any line to fight for herself. The woman sitting in front of me is nothing more than a broken shell left of her. I wish I was in a position to help her, to hold her and slowly put her back together. But I can't. Responsibility comes before love. "None of that, Alpha Romano. Just because I asked for something in return for the information does not mean I'll die for it." She says bitterly. I don't know what's wrong with her or why she won't say my name, but I fucking hate that she calls me by title and last name. Sure, she's respectful, and all that crap, but Enya is the last person I want to avoid my name.