“Your despair is calling out to me again.” I nearly jumped, not realizing Enver had moved closer to me again. Our gazes met, and once again, I felt unsettled. His eyes were piercing and hard, and I couldn’t make out a single emotion within them. I fell back a step, and Enver’s hand shot out to grab my wrist and stop me. He stepped even closer, looming over me, making my heart rate spike. “Enver, what are you—” “You will not be leaving,” he told me, his tone composed and commanding. “You are mine now.”
