Lucia pov. Vincent 17,5 years old
I could feel the whole hallway bristling from his wrath, his eyes had an amber hue and they almost felt like they were on fire.
“How hurt is you?!” He trembled, as he glanced me over, trying not to linger too much, I could feel his discomfort mixed with his rage.
“oh hi hon, why are you back now?” I said casually – or I hoped so.
“I came back a while ago I needed something for the evening, only to find my mother being abused by her fiancé - AGAIN. You didn´t want any of that I know, and yet you were pulled into it.”
Suddenly a thought appeared that made me pale, how much did my son witness?
“I can see the question on your face, I came back 2 hours ago but the guards outside the bedroom prevented me from helping you. I called my friends and got a ra
