#Chapter 113: The Scarf

Enzo “Just go, Nina,” I said. I felt my eyes begin to glow red, which I didn’t want her to see -- but it was already too late. “I can’t be doing this with you anymore.” The pained sound that came out of her mouth made me want to pull her in and hug her tightly, but I couldn’t. Keeping her close to me would only cause her even more pain. I was there to protect her, but nothing more. “Go,” I said, opening the door and averting my gaze to the ground. Without a word, Nina spun around and ran out of my apartment. I shut the door behind her, then leaned against it and sank down to the floor, leaning my head back against the wood. What Nina didn’t know was that, after my torture in the tunnels, I had a dream when we spent the night together in her dorm. It was a dream about my fated mate, and dreams like this were almost always prophetic. During the dream, I found my fated mate. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew it was her from her scent. The scent was so sweet and