The next morning.
When I woke, the room was empty. Vincent was gone, and only the faint scent of cigar lingered in the air.
I sat up and noticed a black card resting on the nightstand, stamped with The Thorne Family Crest. Damian had mentioned it before. It was The Syndicate Black Card, the highest tier the family issued, with no limit.
I picked up my phone and found Vincent had added himself while I slept. There was a message waiting.
Vincent: Take the card and use it. If you're going to be my woman, you should be spending my money.
Vincent: I know you can earn your own. Your money is yours. My money is also yours.
The second line moved me more than the card itself. He understood my pride.
I tucked the black card away and went downstairs, resolve settling behind my eyes. Damian ha
