Maya’s mouth hung open for a full three seconds before any sound came out. “You are joking,” she blurted, blinking rapidly. “Vin, come on. That’s not funny. You don’t make jokes and this definitely isn’t a good time to start.”
Vincent stared at her flatly. “Do I look like the type to joke about something like this?”
He didn’t. Not even a little. His expression was carved from stone, serious and unreadable. His expression was as cold as usual, his eyes holding sincerity.
The moment she realized he wasn’t kidding, her entire body jerked as if someone had poured ice water down her spine. She shot to her feet with a strangled gasp, her hand flying to her chest.
“Vincent!” she choked. “You cannot be serious. What do you mean you are getting married? Married? In two weeks?” Her breathing gre
