Enzo's POV
"Do you think I'll just forgive you for this, Lena?" I insisted, my voice shaking with equal parts despair and rage. Though the apartment was dark and the flickering streetlight outside produced shadows, her expression was plain to me—defiant and agonized.
Her lips opened, and for a second I assumed she might argue, but she did not. Rather, her eyes locked with mine, full of a mix of remorse and will. "You have not to pardon me. simply listen.
I shook my head, walking away from her, then turned swiftly back. Listen, then? With what? Another justification is Yet another lie?
She moved forward, her hands shaking as they sought for mine. " Enzo, I had no option. You believe I was seeking this? To undermine you?
I snatched my hands away, the hurt of her words like daggers. You did turn away from me! Lena, you sold all of us. You turned over all we had worked on. You passed to me.