"Vincent Hudson?"

The name sounded familiar, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall who he was.

Strangely, just thinking about that name made my chest ache—like something deep inside me was being forcefully pulled, leaving behind a dull, lingering pain.

I looked up at Ryan, hesitation creeping into my voice, "Vincent Hudson—who is he?"

Silence.

A heavy, suffocating silence.

Ryan studied me, his dark ...