Blanche's POV
My face was crushed against Vincent's chest, and I felt his voice vibrating through his ribcage while his heartbeat pounded beneath my ear.
His words sounded so sincere that even I, despite being married before, felt my pulse quicken.
Yet I understood Vincent was a charmer, worldly and seasoned; he always had the perfect words to sweep any woman off her feet.
I fought against his grip a few times, but when I realized escape was impossible, I finally spoke, "The first aid kit is in the coffee table drawer."
Vincent released me and snapped, "Blanche, no one would care about you." With that, he turned toward the window.
The rope remained coiled on the floor. He only needed to grab it to escape immediately. But Vincent froze. He remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity.
I caught Vincent's reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes were clenched shut, as though he was wrestling internal battles.
