Vincent’s POV

“What do you think they’re talking about?”

I couldn’t care less for whatever Mordecai is saying to Penelope right now. I have bigger concerns on my mind.

Namely, the dark looks she’s been throwing my way.

Granted, I caused it. After I slipped up last night about my years long obsession with her…right. I didn’t expect her to take it lightly.

But something tells me that this is different. She’s not angry about last night. There’s something else going on that I’m not aware of. And I am somewhat tied to it.

“Vincent,”

“Blaine, do me a favour and fuck off?”

Athena purses her lips, but defiance flashes...