e "Good grief, what exactly are you?" the fear in his voice was like music to his adversary's ears, who felt rejuvenated and extremely refreshed. He thought the i***t was not scared of anything. Vincent especially loved it when others showed their fear of him, because what's the point otherwise?
"Seriously? Were you not listening when I told you looks could be deceiving?" he said generously, as if that would explain everything.
"You will not get away with this," he said in false bravado, trying to sound tough. It was easy to note that he didn't believe his own words either.
"Oh, I think I already have. Thanks to you, I don't have to go back there again. As for you, I doubt you will survive the night, so do yourself a favor and save up some energy."
"What's the point? I will even
