C30 THE STORM WITHIN

Enzo's POV

The wind carries the smell of decay and past mistakes as it blows through the cracked windows of our temporary refuge. The city beyond is a maze of peril, and every turn points a possible dagger at our rear. I'm not able to afford a diversion. Not at this time. Not when the stakes are greater than they have ever been.

Still, the throbbing in my chest won't stop