y's
ay here?" I didn't know what was going on. Since
rl followed by shout
e for me to s
the door, my fingers shaking as I yank it open. The ha
ream pierc
an's
mach t
p forward, peering ar
A
beside me
gh the dust. My brain barely has time to register what'
t h
cream leave
aughs at my measly att
ll. His grip is strong like a vice and I could barely move. I
sn't
of
he halls. Bodies litter the floor, guards? Staff? I don't kno
wetting my cheeks. What h
,
tightens his grip, yanking me close. His lips c
tle thing. No won
h at his lame a
nce to ask what t
low, rumbling growl shak
rms stand and my
th
pot
ying. I barely have time to register the movement before
wrists, but I bare
My.
stands b
" I screech out in fear. Was I
d fangs glint in the dim light, a d
. l
this isn
ans aren't real. It's
re al
tmare, some twist
cking onto mine. My breath catches. There's s
mble back, their c
. It'
ld on to me tur
ad him occupied enough fo
east
stay t
lf to my fe
I don't care what's happenin
y ribs. I don't stop until I burst through the doors of the
nst them, su
shak
ze my e
e hell
it. Stress. Exhaustio
s open, pushing me forw
bling back as
nc
the Vincent I
n who laid out his ridicu
ncent is so
istens on his skin. I am thankful that I have finally seen a fam
re long and co
no,
"What-" My voice comes out a br
sing little thing. "That," he drawls, "is something y
od run
ha
a slow st
s voice is mocking me, "You didn't even bother to read what
d. No. No, tha
mach t
read the
ctually go through pages of legal jargon. I thoug
e's s
nly, it a
an. The power radiating off Vincent's mother. The thing
es. "No, that's...
s. "Welcome to you
my head. "You're lying. T
He actual
r, and suddenly, his hand is und
nd that means..." His smirk deepens, his thum
g and falling in short, panicked
irk va
, and this time, I si
m back in the room, s
mmers again
ng as I press them against
trap
ething I don
e wors
ed up
knock sounds a
ing that whoever was
le
eep, qui
ke it or not. You were mine the minute
to your ne