Page 111 of Enzo

He turns back to me. “They know that this union was blessed. You don’t have to worry about them not accepting us.”

I shrug. “I didn’t really care if they did or didn’t. You and I both know this will not last.”

He stops walking and turns to face me. I stop and turn to him.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Talking about breaking the bond. I told you this is forever.”

I scoff. “Beta—”

“Enzo.”

I roll my eyes. I don’t see why this is important to him, but I didn’t have the desire to argue.

Crossing my arms under my breasts, I cock my head to the side. “Okay, Enzo. You and I both know this will not last. Look around you, they’re barely accepting this. Eventually, your loyalty will be brought into question, and you will either be forced out as his Beta or made to leave me. And just so there is no misconception in that scenario you should definitely not choose me. You need to—”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why should I not choose you?”

I stand there looking back at him, dumbfounded.

“First, because you don’t know me.”

“I can get to know you.”

I ignore that comment. “Second, there is no happy future for us. You want kids and I can’t give you any. This isn’t something that will miraculously change.”

“You’re right, I want kids. When the time comes, we will figure something out. Until then we have Marley. We can raise her.”

Now I’m a hundred percent sure he’s playing in my face. I burst out laughing. I ignore his comment about figuring something out because there is nothing to figure out. However, the raising Marley thing is hilarious. When Enzo doesn’t join in with my laughter, I stop.

“You’re kidding right?”

He shakes his head. “She needs a father figure in her life. She still has a lot of maturing to do.”

I look around for the hidden cameras I’m assuming are in the bushes.

“She’s seventeen. In another year or two, she will more than likely move out.”

I was lying. If I know Marley, I’m stuck with her for another seven to eight years. Most royal vamps mature a lot slower than most others.

He shrugs. “Then we better make those two years count.”

I stare back at him, trying to read the deception on his face. I know he’s running a game; he has to be. But it’s annoying to me I can’t immediately see it.

Growling under my breath. I turn from him and storm away.

“Why are you mad at me?” he asks, following behind me.

Stopping to spin around and face him, I glare. “Stop it.”

He cocks a brow at my outburst. “What am I doing?”

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