Maria.
"Tell me, Maria, who the hell was that?" Vincent asked, his voice low but demanding as he continued pressing forward.
With every step he took toward me, I instinctively took one backward—Once. Twice. Again.
My pulse quickened as the distance between us disappeared little by little.
Until there was nowhere left to go.
My back hit the wall behind me.
The cold surface pressed against my shoulders, instantly reminding me that I was trapped.
"There is no escape, Maria. You just have to tell the truth," Vincent added.
Before I could move away, his hand settled firmly around my waist, keeping me in place.
My breath caught, as he leaned closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.
"Speak," he said firmly. "Or I can make you speak."
The confidence in his voice only irritated me more. And I was more than determined to shift the conversation to anything else, just to make sure I don't speak.
