“What did you do?” Rose asked as she stepped into the kitchen.
“Rose, not now.” Vincent said as he dragged his hand through his hair. He leaned back against the marble counter and looked over at her she was in what he knew was her workout gear. Soft pink and gray sweats and running shoes.
“If not now, then when?” Rose demanded as she crossed her arms over her chest, her lips pressing into a thin line.
“Just,” he said with a long pause. “Just not right now.”
Rose walked closer to him, her eyes tracing the same path that Emily’s had earlier. Scratches and bite marks littering his skin. Her eyes narrowed as he met her glare.
“What’s wrong with you Vincent? She’s your mate.” Rose huffed out as she pushed her damp hair behind her ears. “Go get her and fix this!”
“I can’t Rose, C
