Evenings Events
Vincent’s POV: Gods above and below Rachel looked absolutely ghastly when she finally answered the door. What in name of all that’s holy did that insolent little pup do to her? I mean she looks like a walking corpse for crying out loud. He should know better. Hopefully, he at least remembered to alter her memory so that she doesn’t remember what happened. After I placed a delivery order for a local Italian place, I sat down on the edge of her bed and handed her another glass of water. I watched her drink the whole thing before taking the glass from her still trembling hand and refilled it. I set the glass down on her nightstand and once again perched on the edge of her bed. “Now, I believe that you were about to tell me what exactly happened to you last night,” I told her impatiently. P
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