We woke up in the evening, our legs in a tangle and our arms wrapped around each other. I blinked my eyes into focus, clearing away my morning fog. Peacefully, Enzo's chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. The sunlight from his window leaks through the blinds and fills the room with its glow. I don't move as to not disturb Enzo in case he sleeps. We both need as much rest as possible.

"I know you're awake," he calls outs. "I can feel your eyelashes fluttering when you blink."

I clear my throat of disuse. "I didn't know if you were awake or not."

"How'd you sleep?" Enzo asks, sitting up and bringing me with him.

"Good. You?"

Cheekily, he grins, stretching his arms and watching me. "Better than usual."

 Lazily, I smile and trace the tops of his arms while they're spread out. Enzo grabs my hands once they reach his fingertips. 

 "I was thinking of seeing my parents. You know, making sure they're okay after Aerodied," he tosses out. "Also, it's time you meet them."

"I'll get ready now," I let him know.

"Reyna," he calls, halting my actions. "Don't take anything they say to heart."

"They can't be that bad," I state, getting up and putting my clothes back on.

"Oh, but they can," he corrects, putting pants on and slinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He puts his elbows on his knees and runs his hands through his long hair.

"Believe me, they can."

"I'll get a shower and get dressed. It'll take like, an hour," I assure you.

"A shower?" Enzo inquires, a deviant smirk trailing across his lips. The same ones that kissed me and called me perfect. "Can I join?"

I give him my classic are-you-serious face before leaving. "Be out soon," I call over my shoulder.

I turn back to see Enzo laugh and flop on his back with open arms. There's genuine happiness in him, which assures me. It assures me that I didn't make love and he just had sex – the feeling here is mutual. We're both in love.

 I hop in the shower, the water running through my messy hair and cleansing my skin.
Along the way, I think about Enzo when he said he'd never hurt me. I know it soundsnaïve, but after last night, I think there's a bond that couldn't possibly be breached by Enzo killing my friends. I don't think that even he could manage to cross that line. I smile at the thought.

 Instead, I think about what the point of the killer is. They seem to be pretty concerned with my killing Freddie. Perhaps the whole King family business is a cover-up for what the killer really wants. But then again, it's kind of hard to ignore the fact that Enzo's uncle killed himself just a few doors down. I mean, it has to be connected to this somehow, right? 

Sighing, I shake my head and finish up my shower. "Take it in stride, Reyna. Take it in stride."

I dry off and head to my room for an outfit. I'm meeting Enzo's parents, so I have to look respectable but stunning. Do I wear a dress, or a skirt, or shorts, or jeans? What kind of shirt do I pick out? Do I put on pants to match the shirt or a shirt to match the pants?

The sounds of brushing grow louder until they come into my room. Enzo enters, brushing his teeth. He wears dark blue, straight-leg jeans and a plaid shirt that's yet to be buttoned. "How about the white jeans with that flowery shirt you wore when we first kissed? That was a good one."

I immediately know what he's talking about, but do I act like I recall everything?

"Which one is that?" I inquire.

Enzo goes to my closet and parts the hangers until he finds what I know he was talking about. "This one," he says, mouth full of toothpaste.

"Oh, yeah. Good pick," I compliment.

Winking, he responds, "Yeah you were," before vanishing into the bathroom.

"Smooth," I whisper to myself as I shut the door to get dressed.

Once we're both ready, I grab my keys and pass my father who stares into some void.

"Dad, I'm leaving. I'll be back soon."

He responds with a zombie-like grunt.

Enzo drives us to his parents' house. Switching glances between the road and me, he talks about my father. "Do you think we should get him some help?"

"I can't do that to him," I reject. "He has nothing."

"He has you and Makai," Enzo renders. "He's still a father."

"Maybe when this all ends, I'll look into it. But for now, there's a killer out there. What do you think they want?"

Pondering, Enzo drums his fingers on his steering wheel. "I don't know, but I'm involved somewhere, right? I mean, my uncle killed himself after he lost my dad's twins.

How could I not be involved?"

That makes sense. My suspicions of him being involved were there because, somehow, he is. Logically, it adds up. I don't realize I'm smiling at the surfacing fact until Enzo asks why I'm doing so. "I'm just thinking."

Grinning ear-to-ear, he nods. "Me too."

We arrive at his house in 20 minutes. Walking up the steps, he tells me not to worry about anything and tells me I look great. He even manages a delicate kiss on the cheek before ringing the doorbell.

"Who is it now?" a man calls from inside.

"Oh, I don't know," a woman bites. "Let me just use my X-Ray vision real quick."

"Yeah," I tease Enzo. "She's definitely your mom."

"Shut up," he jokes back.

"Oh," the man grumbles, voice muffled as if right by the door. "It's our dearest son." 

 Enzo's shoulders sag and I squeeze his hand for support. It doesn't seem to help much, but who can blame him when his own father virtually despises him? Casting a glance sideways, I see old blood on the wall. Enzo sees me looking and says that's where Aero was shot. 

"Who is he talking to?" the woman asks.

"Let me use my X-Ray vision real quick," the man mimics.

"Open the damn door, Ezio," Alessa snaps.

There are clicks of bolt locks and the jingle of a chain lock. Swiftly, the doors open, the AC blasting me with its frigid air. "Enzo," his mother coolly acknowledges.

"Alessa," he returns with just as much stone.

"You must be Reyna," Alessa adds, eyes sliding from her tall son to me. Thoroughly, she sizes me up. Not in the way Enzo would admire me, but in the way a predator would watch its prey. "Interesting."

Evenly, I look her in the eyes. "Indeed."

"Hmph," Alessa sounds before turning on her heels and stomping inside.

"What're you doing here?" Enzo's father inquires. I'm taken aback at how much he looks like Aero. It's almost painful.

"I came to see how you were holding up after Aero passed," Enzo softly explains. "And I think it's time you meet Reyna." Reyna. Not "my girlfriend" or "someone I've been seeing." But "Reyna." He's mentioned me before.

"Reyna," Ezio hums before extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, I suppose."

"Nice to meet you, too," I return, politely shaking his hand. All the while, I stare him in the eyes. I see the same blankness in Ezio's eyes that I used to in Enzo's. He's devoid of emotion and feeling in anything he says, and I guess even his son's death didn't faze any of that. It's quite sad, really.

"Come inside, I guess," Ezio invites. "We just made steak and potatoes."

"Classic," I comment.

Peculiarly, Mr King looks down at me in disproval. "Just sit at the table," he instructs, letting us inside.

Already, I've made a bad impression. Great job, Reyna. Great job. Enzo leads the way and takes a left, where a dining room table rest accompanied by eight chairs. I sit in the middle chair on the right side and Enzo sits across from me. Pulling the chair out at the head of the table is Ezio, clearing his throat. "So Enzo," he says. "What do you have to say for yourself?" 

 "Nothing much, Dad," he sighs. "I just wanted to see how you were holding up." 

 Alessa comes out and sets food on the table, as well as fill up our drinks before sitting at the other end of the table. "He's been as good as a father who lost a son could be, "Alessa growls, cutting up her steak with vigour. 

 Enzo's jaw flutters with a grimace as he, too, slices his steak with a knife. There are crude words he wants to say but he withholds them. "Has Sheriff Desario found out who shothim yet?"

 "Nope," Alessa cuts off. No one here acknowledges my existence and it's quite belittling. I know that Enzo warned me about them, but I didn't think it would be this bad. 

Too innocently, Enzo inquires, "Mother, is there something wrong?" 

 "Yes, Enzo," she snippily confirms. "The son with a four-point oh GPA, a drive to help others, and a sunny bright future is dead. It should've been you. All you've done for us is stress us out with your drug problems, plague us with rehab bills we're still paying off, and get your brother killed."

"Well, I'm sure he preferred to die than live another day in a world where you exist," 

Enzo digs. "I came here to make peace and you haven't even acknowledged Reyna!" 

 Audibly, Alessa sighs drop her forks with a clatter and look at me. "So you're Reyna, huh? You might think you know my son so well, but you don't. No matter how you dress him up or raise him or think you change him, Enzo Di Luca King is a killer; a monster."

 There's a silence in the room with the spotlight on me, now. Alessa is angrily staring me down while her husband examines me like a scientist. Enzo looks to me as well, wondering how I'm to respond to his mother's harsh words. 

 I take a sip of my water, which she probably poisoned. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I don't dress him up...or raise him, for that matter."

 The corner of Ezio's lips quirks like he might've smiled. "I see why Enzo likes you," he says with a mouthful of potatoes. Though his tone is cheery, his face is placid. "So, tell me about this killer going around. They seem to be going after you from what I've heard."

 "Well they killed a bunch of my friends and my mom," I snap. "So yeah, you could say that."

"I'm very sorry for that," he blankly states. "So why Enzo?"

"I'm sorry?" I question, wanting clarification.

"He means," Alessa finishes. "Why chose Enzo when you could've chosen Aero?"

"Guys!" Enzo growls, slamming his hands against the table. "Stop. Reyna hasn't done anything wrong. I don't even have to be here, but you're family. A family who kicked me out, and –"

"Well, if we kicked you out, then why do you come back?" Alessa screeches. "You're like a dog, Enzo! You always come back like a lost mutt searching for a home."

"If you hate me so much..." Enzo renders, gripping his knife and fork with a hold so tight that his knuckles turn white. "...then why screw my dad and have me?"

"You were an accident," Alessa spits. "A mistake."

"Yeah, well you're only back here to leach money from Ezio, so that doesn't mean a lot to me," Enzo responds, getting up. "Thanks for the shitty meal. Now if you'll excuse us, we're leaving."

"Good," Alessa pipes in. "Reyna, I'd get out of his life as soon as possible."

"Screw you," I reply.

"Excuse me?" Alessa rhetorically asks, black brow perching up high.

"Screw. You. Enzo is your son, and like it or not, he's family. In a town where everyone dies, you need to cherish the fact that he's alive because any one of us could be next."

"He won't be next because he's probably the killer," Alessa coolly says.

"Obviously not," I state. "Or you'd have died first."

Alessa has nothing to say about this, and on the way out, Ezio stops me. "Copulas," he hums. "My brother killed himself in your house, you know?"

"Yeah," I answer, eager to leave. Already in his car, Enzo starts it, ready to get the hell out of here.

"You suck my family into this mess of serial killings by attracting Enzo, and you lure my brother to your house so he can commit suicide. You're cancer," he whispers, eyes stern and calculating.

"Actually, I'm a Virgo. But good guess," I sarcastically remark before joining Enzo in his car. "Well, that was disastrous."

"Yeah, well, there's been worse," he optimistically notes.

"This was actually really good," I add. "I mean, no one died or got attacked." Enzo shoots me a side-eye as he backs out. "...physically."

"I don't know about you," Enzo says with a sigh. "But I need a drink."

"If you're thinking about going to a bar, you should know and not be surprised that I don't have a fake ID..."

Enzo stops at a stop sign and reaches into his glove box, where he pulls out an ID with the name "Neveah Night" and my picture. "I've already got you covered, Rey," he winks.

"Then to the bar it is."