“You’re going to be OK,” Levin said with a grunt. He took Vin’s face between his hands and made him look at him. “Tell me. Fucking say it to me, Vincent.” “I-I’m go-going to b-be O-OK,” he said, weakly. Levin visibly swallowed. “Right. You come out of this, and I’ll give you anything you want.” “Y-yeah? P-promise?” “I promise.” Levin swept Vincent’s dark hair out of his eyes. “M-maybe we c-could do that one thing w-with B a-again.” Levin licked his lips. “Yeah. We can.” Vincent breathed out, a smile on his lips. “OK. N-no t-takebacks, fucker.”
