A Feeling I Knew Too Well

The biggest mistake I ever made was underestimating Vincenzo's ability to make my life more miserable than it already was.

I had foolishly clung to the hope that maybe he was human after all, with a beating heart, capable of feeling emotions. I was wrong.

Where a heart should have been lay an encroaching darkness, corrupting every nerve in his body.

I was pinned against the wall, sweat trickling down my back as trepidation rattled through my bones. When Selene had told me Vincenzo was forcing me to a party, nothing could have prepared me for this.

Perhaps, I'd been too cocky. Now, he was bent on teaching me a lesson I'd never forget.

Vincenzo fed on fear like a ravenous demon. It made him ecstatic. Each glance he glanced in my direction, noting the rapid rise and fall of my chest and tremor in my limbs, seemed to ignite something sinister in those eyes.

He idly ran his fingers over the daggers while waiting for a question.

"Where's the safest place to hide money?"

The man who asked was