Kyla Jones POV
" Its you again? " He hissed at me.
" Didn’t I warn you to never cross my path? DIDN’T I F***ING TELL TO STAY AWAY FROM ME!”
Vincent shout made me flinch, and he started taking threatening steps towards me.
I felt nauseous fear rearing me up, because that blackness—that unknown, unpredictable inequity and immortality in his eyes terrifying me.
I stepped back nervously, intent on putting as much distance between us as possible.
Vincent suddenly hovered over me, holding me tightly. My stomach churned with sudden anxiety. I was shaking uncontrollably, studying his expression.
“ You really wish to die from my hands? I’ve already killed you mentally. Do you want to make things worse than that?”
His disorder evoked in moments like this—when each little thing could tri
