His words hurt and I do my best to lock up my heart the way I did earlier, but it's pointless now. I'm too far gone when it comes to Vincent Valiant. "Why am I the wrong choice?"
Was Henry right and Vincent sees me as a plaything, and now he's having guilt over how far he's taken it? It's possible he doesn't feel anything like I do. This is my chance to find out the truth. If I tell Vincent exactly how I feel, he can too. The only thing at stake is a broken heart, and I'll end up with one of those anyway.
He runs his hand over my face, cupping it. "Because you are too good for me. I'd stain you."
Is that all? I sensed Vincent as a hazard the first time I set foot in his office. He's dangerous, but not like a man who runs a motorcycle club. His danger is wrapped up in thousand-dollar bus
