Vincent’s POV
The night closed in around my car as I drove away from her house. My hands tightened on the wheel, her warmth still clinging to the seat beside me. Damn her. Damn me. Every time I got too close, I lost control.
At a red light, something glimmered faintly on the passenger seat. I reached over and picked it up—a delicate bracelet, silver links strung with tiny beads of jade. It was hers. Adeline’s.
I lifted it to my face before I could stop myself, inhaling the faint trace of her. It clung stubbornly to the silver—mint, crushed petals, the soft musk of skin I had once known too well. The scent curled into me, a reminder of nights I tried to bury. My hand tightened until the delicate chain cut into my palm. Why did she still affect me this way, after everything? Why did a tri
