Venessa's pov.

Ignoring my cries and pleads, Vincent headed out of the room, with his grey eyes that while ago held warmth and love gone replaced cruelty and coldness and mostly a determination to kill. I know he's going to hunt them down and make them beg for death but do they deserve it?.

Hugging my knees closer to my chest, I stare out of the window feeling exhausted but my eyes are refusing to get some sleep without having Vincent by my side. Drop of tears fell into ...