Target Practice

Cora.

“No.” Enzo’s harsh rejection whipped through the air, shutting down my logical proposal before I could take a breath.

I kept my posture rigid. I expected him to be an unreasonable jerk about this, as he always managed to live up to the title. He sat behind his massive desk, projecting an aura of untouchable authority, but I refused to be dismissed like a rank-and-file subordinate. I pushed