His words hurt and I do my best to lock up my heart the way I did earlier, but it's pointless now. I'm too far gone when it comes to Vincent Valiant. "Why am I the wrong choice?"
Was Henry right and Vincent sees me as a plaything, and now he's having guilt over how far he's taken it? It's possible he doesn't feel anything like I do. This is my chance to find out the truth. If I tell Vincent exactly how I feel, he can too. The only thing at stake is a broken heart, and I'll end up with one of those anyway.
He runs his hand over my face, cupping it. "Because you are too good for me. I'd stain you."