Bianca's laughter still lingered in the air of Mamadi's Pizza, but inside her veins the rhythm had changed.
She couldn't drag her gaze away from Enzo.
The man who should have been swallowed by Virenkai's graveyard of betrayals, now stood pouring smoothies as if death had been a costume he'd merely slipped out of.
Enzo looked leaner, harder, his cheekbones shadowed with hunger and secrets.
His eyes those dark, bottomless pits lifted and caught hers.
For a second too long, neither blinked. Recognition cracked between them, dangerous as lightning striking dry wood.
Jackson babbled about the pineapple topping, tugging at Bianca's sleeve, grounding her in the charade of motherhood.
She smiled at her son, but the corners of her mouth twitched with something far less innocent.
"Enzo," she whispered under her breath, tasting the forbidden syllables like venom licked from a blade.
