Chapter 0320 Nina When I opened the door of the supply closet to let Enzo see into the tunnels, I could tell just from the way that his body began to morph back into his normal appearance that he was starting to remember. It seemed that remembering his past made his disguise fade, as though Selena’s magic thrived on the fact that he was brainwashed by her. I knew for certain now that if I could only help him remember a little more, then he would eventually break through her spell entirely.
“Do you want to walk in a little further?” I asked, walking up to stand beside him. “I''ll go with you.”
Enzo peered into the tunnels with narrowed eyes. He nced at me with apprehension, but upon seeing the genuine look on my face, he seemed to rx a bit and nodded.
I held out my hand. Enzo stared at it for a few moments before tentatively slipping his hand into mine. I felt myself overflow with happiness at that point; to feel Enzo’s hand in mine again gave me more hope than ever before.
And then, gently, I led him into the tunnels.
We walked in slowly at first, just taking one step at a time. I slipped my phone out of my pocket with my free hand and switched on the shlight so we could see, and we walked in a little further.
Enzo was quiet, but not in a bad way.
He seemed to be looking around curiously as we walked, and with each step further into the tunnels, I could see his appearance shifting even more.
Now, his hair had returned to its original curly, dusty brown state. I couldn’t see too well in the dark and I didn’t want to stare, but I was also fairly certain that both of his eyes were back to his normal color now.
“These tunnels,” he said quietly, his voice echoing around us, “they smell like rogues. What happened here, exactly?” “When the Crescents came, they turned everyone into rogues,” I exined. “I guess the rogues decided to turn this ce into their den. That was how we cured everyone; we infused the sprinkler system with the
antidote and set off the fire rms.” I Enzo chuckled. It sounded like his own I voice, and not some strange, foreign voice caused by his disguise. Just hearing it made my heart leap up into my throat.
“That’s really smart,” he said, ncing over at me for the briefest of moments before his face turned slightly red and he quickly looked away again. “I think I can sort of remember it. It’s foggy, but it’s there.” We came to a stop then as the tunnel began to dip downwards. I didn’t want to go any further, and I could tell that Enzo didn’t, either. Although I wanted his memories to return, I did secretly wish that his memories of what Edward did to us here would stay
hidden forever. I didn’t want him to remember those traumatic moments.
“We should head back,” I said. “But I can show you more things if you want.” Enzo paused. He seemed to be considering it, but only for a moment before he vehemently nodded and followed me out of the tunnels. I didn’t realize it until we walked back into the infirmary, but we were still holding hands — and neither of us seemed very keen on letting go.
Next, I decided to lead him to the one ce that I knew would elicit the most emotion: the hockey arena.
I led him over to the set of doors that led to the arena, then opened them and guided him in.
“Do you remember this ce?” I asked as we stepped into the cold arena.
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“Before you came back, I mean.” Enzo furrowed his brow as we approached the rink. I knew that he remembered watching the most recent hockey game here and that he remembered skating on the ice with Selena, but I wasn’t sure how much he remembered before that. As he looked at the ice, however, I could see brief shes of recognition appearing across his face like lightning. They started to be closer and closer, like he was remembering things more rapidly and fluidly. I tightened my grip on his hand to help him focus, and he squeezed back involuntarily.
“Selena told me that I only yed hockey in high school,” he said, Jeaning on the rink barrier and staring
down at the ice. “But I remember now, I''ve been ying hockey here for years.” Inodded, blinking my tears away.
“You''re really good at hockey,” I said.
“The best. You''re literally a celebrity around here.” Once again, Enzoughed. He seemed to not believe me at first, but then hisugh faltered, and his eyes widened. I felt my heart practically stop as I realized that he was remembering his time on the hockey team.