Nina

“To the death.”

Enzo and I took a step back, eyeing Mila cautiously.

“To the death?” Enzo scoffed. “Mila, are you insane?”

“No.” She shrugged, checking her crimson nails. “Not insane. It’s tradition.”

“Enlighten us, then,” I hissed. I had absolutely no intention of battling my own hus