Lacy's POV
"What do you mean that you saw someone in your room?" Vincent asked.
I tremble in response, and he hugs me tighter.
He walks me to a nearby seat, with me still in his arms, and takes a seat.
"Can you tell me what he looked like? Or at least a description of him? " Vincent asks.
"He had a hood over his head... and... and..." I mutter, not able to put my thoughts into words.
My stomach chose that moment to grumble, and Vincent sighs.
"Have you had anything to eat? You seem pretty hungry." His voice is soft and different from the usual gruff undertone that it usually has.
"I haven't... Maria was supposed to bring me food. But then I locked the door to wash up, and when I came out, he was there. Sitting on my bed."
Vincent nods and sits still for a while. A knock sou
