Shana
There is a lump in my throat that I can’t get rid of, and my whole body has broken out into a sweat inside my jacket. Vincent has always had a way of getting under my skin and finding out things he has no business knowing.
But I don’t intend to speak.
I refuse!
Vincent left eye twitches with irritation. “Shana...”
Okay, so maybe silence isn’t an option.
I can feel my cheeks flush as I try to come up with an answer. Vincent places a hand on my thigh under the table, his touch sending electric currents through my body. I should be ashamed of myself for liking his touch. Vincent is a monster, and there is no humanity in him.
His intimidating gaze roams over my face, and my breathing ceases while time ticks by slowly. “Answer me, Shana,” he demands, his voice low and dangerous.
