Maria.
A wave of hot, sickening revulsion washed over me the moment his cold lips slammed against mine.
Every nerve ending under my skin screamed in protest. The metallic, bitter scent of the wolf-suppressing drug clung to him, mixing with the dark, suffocating presence he always carried like a shadow. My hands flattened against his chest, shoving with every ounce of strength I had left, but even weakened, his grip on my waist was an iron clamp holding me pinned against the stone wall.
The agonizing second finally broke when Vincent slowly pulled his head back. He lingered inches away, his dark eyes glittering with a sickening, victorious amusement as he watched me gasp for air.
The moment his mouth left mine, my right hand flew up on pure instinct.
SNAP.
The sharp sound of my palm striking his cheek echoed violently down the empty stone corridor. The force of the slap cracked through the quiet air, turning his pale face sideways, his head snapping to the right from the impact.
