Jennie Wilson POV

“ What the....are you ok Jennie!” Emma rushed towards me.

My heart skipped a beat, a rush of desirous terror gushed twirling inside me, drowning me in their intensity.

Vincent was here.

He was wearing dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, his hair little messed up like he just came here from outside.

Vincent’s eyes darkened immediately, growing hostile as soon as he saw me. Everything in me felt cold as we looked at each other. His eyes burned with hate as he stared me down.

The old worry that Vincent would do something to me returned, even though he’d paid me no attention these last three...