CHAPTER SIXTY

Enya pov

I knew this day would come. Sooner or later, it would come, and Vincent would find out who I was. I tried to tell him I wanted to warn him, and I even ran away just to escape this moment. But life is a bitch as it is, and I'll never be able to escape the day when my life goes downhill. There's no point in thinking about the beautiful moments we shared. I can't rely on the memories of how he held and kissed me every time like I was the centre of his universe. Although those moments made life worth living, I knew they wouldn't last. I stare at his back, wondering what to do. I don't want to fight anymore, I've had enough of violence, and I refuse to spill any more blood.

Vincent clears his throat and brings me back to reality. "So, what's it going to be?" Is he that eager to find out if I'm going to keep killing his people or if I'm g