Blanche's POV
In the car, I turned to face Vincent, my expression serious.
He looked back at me, the passing streetlights casting shifting shadows across his face.
He repeated his demand. "Sleep with me."
Unlike before, this time he was dead serious.
I could feel his resolve, but I had to try. "Vincent, you said it yourself—you always make an outrageous request first to get what you really want."
Vincent arched an eyebrow. "This time is different. I only want one thing. One night. After that, you can do whatever you want to me. You can have my life, for all I care."
My face flushed crimson. I glared at him. "You're a jerk. You're shameless."
A roguish glint appeared in his eyes. "Babe, take all the time you need to think about it. I can wait."
I looked at him and fell silent.
Demetrius was missing, and Zain wouldn't help. I had no one else to turn to.
Vincent had helped me before; I knew he was a man of his word.
But his price... I didn't think I could pay it.
