Emilia's POV
Tension permeates the air, every breath I take an effort. Enzo's relentless hold on my arm grounds me in this time of anarchy. Though in here it seems as though the world has stopped around us, the sound of sirens booms across the streets outside. Cold and cruel betrayal pours into my bloodstream. I fix my gaze on the known face I trusted waiting at the doorway.
"How could you?" I murmur, my voice quivering with incredulity. You were one of us, you know.
One of Enzo's most devoted guys, Vincent, seems to me as having a nasty gleam in his eyes. "Loyalty is a variable concept, Emilia. You among all others should be aware of this.
Enzo advances, sandwiched between Vincent and myself. He has a tense, coiled, angry stance. He snarls, low and deadly, "You betrayed your own." "Do you understand what that implies?"