“Stay,” Vincent whispered. “Stay with me a little while longer.” “How long?” I countered, and my voice betrayed me. I was breathless, and he heard it. His grip on my hand only tightened, and the hint of pain was welcomed, waking a dark fire in my blood. But then he relinquished me, his fingers sliding away from mine. He stepped back; the air swarmed between us, cold. “However long you can give me, Red.”
