Dinner with the Enemy

POV: Enzo.

The massive engine of the armored SUV rumbled beneath us, chewing up the endless miles of slick, rain-washed asphalt. Cora had stubbornly insisted on riding in the passenger seat for this grueling drive to her father’s fortified coastal estate. For the first twenty minutes of the journey, she spent the trip humming an upbeat tune. The sweet, melodic sound grated against my nerves like