Blanche's POV
I looked up at Vincent's face. Handsome, sure, but that devilish smile made him impossible to read.
I didn't bother trying to figure him out. We were barely acquaintances anyway.
Watching him act shameless again killed any desire to argue. "Vincent, I'm leaving."
I stepped around him, heading for the Callum Mansion. Then Vincent grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall.
His height worked against me. One lean and I was trapped between his arms, completely blocked in.
Confused, I glared up at him. "What the hell are you doing now?"
Vincent leaned closer, arm resting near my head, smirking. "Your brother's coming out."
I turned and spotted Quinton stepping through the front door.
Remembering my brother's warning, I couldn't let him see me this close to Vincent. Almost on instinct, I pressed into Vincent's arms, face against his chest.
Through his thin shirt, Vincent must have felt my warmth. The contact made him tense, his body going rigid.
