C113 CHAPTER HUNDRED TWELVE

Enya pov

I wake up alone.

I rub my eyes and slowly take in my surroundings, but Vince isn't around. As I climb out of bed, fear overtakes me. What if Vincent regrets what we did and left so he wouldn't be constantly reminded of his bad decision. What if he didn't want to mark me but realised that far too late?

The scenarios run through my mind as I rush to the bathroom