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Chapter 0593

Enzo

*She said she ordered something special for you."

The team member's words gave me pause. I had only intended on coming out tonight for one drink, seeing as how I had a flight in the morning. But it seemed as though both Mila and the team had other intentions.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit uncomfortable about Mila's persistent attention. "Oh, did she now?" I replied after hesitating for a moment.

My teammate nodded as we headed back to the table. "Yeah. Said she wanted to treat you since you're heading out tomorrow."

Feeling a bit awkward but not too perturbed, I headed back to the table and took my seat, where Mila was still sitting beside me. She leaned over and touched my arm, her smile almost too sweet.

"I ordered something special for you, Enzo," she said, her voice low and maybe a little suggestive.

I looked at the drink in front of me, realizing it was already there. "Oh, thanks, Mila," I replied, trying to be polite. I took a sip of the drink, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

But about halfway through the drink, I started to feel a bit strange. My senses tingled, and a subtle shift occurred inside of me. It was as if my instincts were on high alert, and my wolf, usually a silent presence in the back of my mind, spoke up.

"Enzo, be careful," my wolf warned. "There might be something in that drink."

I frowned inwardly, my suspicions growing. I had never encountered a situation like this before, and I couldn't help but wonder if Mila had ulterior motives.

Thankfully, my size and my werewolf nature made me more resilient to whatever might be in the drink, but I couldn't ignore the strange sensation coursing through me.

Mila gave me a sideways look, her eyes locking onto mine before flitting over to my drink. "Why aren't you finishing your drink, Enzo?" she asked, her tone slightly perplexed.

I debated my response for a moment, not wanting to cause a scene but also not wanting to put myself in a vulnerable position. "I'm actually feeling a bit tired," I said, hoping it would be a good enough excuse. "I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel."

Mila's eyes flickered with disappointment, and she leaned in closer. "Oh, come on, Enzo," she purred, her hand inching up my arm. "You don't have to leave just yet. The night is still young."

I felt increasingly uncomfortable, not wanting to engage in any further interaction with Mila. "I appreciate it, Mila,"

I said, trying to remain polite. "But I really should go. Thanks for the drink."

I stood up, grabbing my coat off of the chair.

"So soon, Enzo?" Tim asked, his eyes meeting mine.

I nodded. "Early flight tomorrow," I said with a smile. "I'm tired."

Tim nodded and stood, and circled around the table to meet me. He extended his hand for a shake, and I took it, shaking it firmly. "Don't forget about my proposal," he said quietly, clapping me on the shoulder.

I managed a tense smile. "I won't."

As I said my goodbyes to the team, Mila stood, her eyes slightly narrowed as she took me in. The look she gave me as she approached made me uncomfortable, almost as if there was something knowing in her gaze. Did she put something in my drink? Did she expect it to affect me more than it did?

"Goodnight, Enzo," she said, extending her arms for a hug. "It was nice seeing you."

I paused, stiffening a bit, before I extended my hand, silently refusing her hug. "Likewise."

Mila shot me a dirty look, but said nothing. She shook my hand briefly before turning on her heel and disappearing into the throng, leaving me feeling both confused and all too vulnerable.

The next morning, I awoke with an ache in my head and in my chest. But it wasn't from the drinks; it was because of Nina.

I had talked to her last night, and she was still in Mountainview. I couldn't blame her, though. How could I? Her friend was in the hospital.

But, as much as it pained me, I knew that I would have to take her to the supernatural realm when I got home. She needed to be taken care of, and Jessica... I knew she'd understand.

As I finally forced myself to get up and start packing my bags, my mind raced with thoughts of the night before. There had definitely been something in that drink.