-Julien Grayson:
For a moment, I didn't understand what he had said.
"Enigma?"
The word hung in the air between us, low and rough, vibrating from his chest more than anything else. It sounded strange coming from him—like a sound that didn't belong to a man who looked like that. I stared up at him, still trapped between his arms and the wooden wall, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
My mind tried to make sense of the word.
Enigma?
What did he mean by that?
My lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. I was still trying to process the fact that he had finally spoken at all. After all those questions I had thrown at him—after all the anger and confusion—he had stayed silent. Completely silent. And now, out of nowhere, he said that one word.
Enigma.
I frowned faintly, confusion swirling through my head.
"What…?" I started, but the word came out weak.
My voice sounded strange to my own ears, dry and thin from thirst.
