Vincent pov
I deserved that, but the blow was unexpected. Enya is a tiny hellfire; I'll give her that much. But that does not bother me. Her constant need to fight and run only draws me closer to her. She's a challenge, through and through, and honestly, I'm up for a challenge like her. After all, there's nothing I enjoy more than a good chase. I know she took her chance and ran.
I'd like to see how far she gets, considering she's still healing, and her eyesight isn't the best either. However, before I can come back to my senses and run after her, Aros stomps into my bedroom, and before I understand what he wants, his fist collides with my jaw. Alright, maybe I deserved that too.
He stands in front of me, hands clenched in fists, breathing ragged. "What the actual fuck, man!" He yells at the top of his lungs. Look who has a fucking anger issues now.