Dawn's POV
Vincent stood there, blocking my path, staring at me like he had every right to be anywhere near me. I swallowed hard, trying to control the tremble that ran through my body as every memory of him flashed through me. I felt my fingers curl slowly at my sides as I forced myself to stand straight.
“What do you want from me,” I glared at him, “Why did you follow me here?”
He looked uncomfortable. His shoulders were slumped, and he lowered his gaze slightly as if he was ashamed of something. I waited because I wanted to hear whatever excuse he thought he could use to speak to me again.
“I need your help,” he finally said.
The words sounded wrong coming from him. Vincent never asked for help. Vincent ordered. Vincent demanded. Vincent controlled. Yet here he was, standing in fro
