Her eyes widened. “You knew?”
“I know someone put a mark on me.” I said, sighing quietly. “I have a habit of… looking around. It’s something I’ve had to do for a very long time. And I could tell someone tipped you off. It wasn’t Blake, was it?”
She shook her head. “It was Vincent. Vincent Benson,”
My blood stilled. That name still elicited the same reaction as it did all those years ago. Disgust. Fear. Torture. Hell. Pain. Horror. I tried my best not to let it show as I held her face. “Did he hurt you?”
“No.” She leaned into my torch like she couldn’t help herself, like we were two polar opposite sides of a magnet that always found their way to each other. “I don't know… what I was thinking. I was just… trying to have control over something.”
That’s not your job. That’s mine. But I co
