Ariana's POV.
Vincent held my hand. I was startled. The spark erupted where he touched me, and the clothes dropped from my hand. He yanked me to him and wrapped his muscular arms around me, trapping me in them. My whole body froze, and I squeezed my eyes to shut them.
"Open your eyes, Ariana. Look at me!" He ordered.
How could I look at him normally when I knew about his real face? Or was it his real face? The thought petrified me. What if he looked like a scary Vampire I had seen in movies?
"I can't live here!" I mumbled.
"Ariana!" Vincent urged.
His hands were on my waist, scorching my skin. He always made me feel different. Maybe he used his magic on me or cast some spell to control my mind. But whatever it was, I was utterly drawn to him and not able to resist my body responding
