Lola’s POV
A cold chill ran down my spine. My lips moved, but no word came out.
Who could this man be? I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, my gaze fixated on the mask he was putting on.
But he wasn't acting. It was as if he were just staring at my face through the mask.
I summoned the little courage I had left, ready to ask what he wanted from me, but he let go of my arm. Before I knew it, he got his hand on the mask and flung it away, and the sound of it dropping to the floor resounded between us.
I trailed my eyes up to him again and my breath caught in my throat. “Doctor…I mean, Vincent?!” My eyes widened as though they would drop out of the sockets. “What…why are you here?”
He licked his bottom lip, his eyes scanning my body, and both hands dug into the side pockets of
