#Chapter 407: The Truth

Nina “It’s Mila, isn’t it?” I didn’t know why, exactly, her name came to mind. It was just as though I knew; maybe it was because of the strange way she had acted around me, or the way she had shamelessly flirted with my own husband right in front of my face. But it didn’t make sense that she would have hurt Enzo. She was a lot smaller than him, and she was a human. Enzo was a six-foot-four muscular hockey player—not to mention that he was a werewolf. Getting beat up by a human just wasn’t in the cards for Enzo, which only meant one thing: he was leaving a lot out of this story. And yet, despite all of this, I couldn’t help but notice the shock that briefly flickered across Enzo’s face when I mentioned Mila’s name. It was a confirmation of my suspicions, a confirmation that something had indeed happened between them. And whatever it was that had happened, the thought of it made me feel sick. “It’s her, isn’t it?” I repeated, my voice trembling slightly. I needed to