I hung up on him.
Vincent hooked a finger under my chin, his voice low and dangerous with something like amusement. "So my kitten bites when she's angry."
My face changed. I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. "I'm your adopted son's fiancée. I just used you to make him jealous. Aren't you angry?"
My voice trailed off. The alcohol had mostly burned off, and sitting in front of the godfather everyone feared, I couldn't help being afraid. Even without lifting his voice, he had a presence that pressed down on the air in the room.
He let go of my chin and looked me straight in the eye. "A person has to love herself before she can love anyone else. You were protecting yourself. Why would I be angry?" His voice dropped lower. "Besides, a mongrel who spends every day plotting to take my place
