Jennie Wilson POV

I glared at him venomously snatching my hand successfully from him. Vincent stood in front us and my stomach churned with panic and fear.

He just studied me, searching for something in my eyes and he scanned me completely as if he was searching for any injury, can't blame him too as I was standing with Mr. Volcano and couldn't predict things.

There was no hate, only insecurity and pain as he looked at me, like he was hurt seeing me in this state.

I averted my gaze somewhere else, my cheeks going red and I had no intention to stay any longer, more I stay here...