Chiara's POV
It has been the worst night of my life. I have never been so afraid, perhaps I have never known the real meaning of fear until I was pushed into the car against my will. I could see it was the same for Vincent, because as we stand in the lift, and he holds me close to his body, I can see that his eyes are flickering, trying to process all that has happened this evening. I wonder if he can remember it all. Memories of the kidnap are slowly forming in my mind, like the anesthetic from the trauma has worn off. Despite the obvious fear of being taken to Barone being my immediate concern, I was more afraid of losing Vincent to his blackouts again. Losing all the progress we had made to help him control his reactions, because I know he is irrational where I am involved. The events
