I'll Be At My Place If You Want To Talk 122

Adeline backed away, re-entering the bedroom with stiff movements, and settling down on the edge of the bed.

Her elbows rested on her lap, her hands cupping her forehead as she struggled to process everything. "What am I supposed to do now? Where do I even start?"

She had walked in on her fiancé drinking blood. How was she even supposed to react to that? Her mind was a mess.

From the corner of her eye, something caught her attention. A piece of paper rested on the bedside table, a pen placed on top of it to keep it from slipping away.

She reached for the paper and hurriedly unfolded it, her gaze darting from side to side as she carefully read the words written in Enzo's familiar handwriting. Half of it was an explanation about what he really was, why he needed blood and why he had kept it all a secret for so long.

The rest was apology after apology. He had written it over and over as if no number of times could truly express his regret.