WHISPERS IN THE ABYSS

POV: Emilia

"Is this how our ending looks? Enzo?" The silence of the abyss surrounding us carried my words trembling. His face was hardly lit by the dim glimmer of bioluminescent fungus on the wet tunnel walls, but I could still see the concern carved into his features.

Enzo's palm tightened on my, his hold both possessive and anchoring. Not if I have anything to say about it, he said, his voice harsh yet with an intensity that made my breath stop.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I murmured, "You always think you can save me." But what happens should this time you find yourself unable?

His jaw tightened and his black eyes fixed on me with relentless accuracy. Then I'll die trying, he answered without delay. But I refuse to let you leave. Not at the moment. never ever.