Running Blind

Cora.

Blood drained from Enzo's face. He whipped his head around, searching frantically for something. Someone. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him why he was acting so strangely, but I knew he’d definitely deny it again, so I snatched his phone from him to check what had made him so agitated.

“Someone’s here,” I whispered, staring at the picture blindly. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell m