The first thing that greeted me wasn't relief or silence.
It was him.
Although I was blindfolded, I knew he was standing there, watching me with those cold, unreadable eyes, as though he had been waiting for the exact moment I regained consciousness.
And, of course, the first thing he did was ask me another one of his annoying questions.
One question led to another, each one blending into the next until we found ourselves trapped in the very same pointless argument.
It went around in circles, as neither of us was willing to back down and neither of us was interested in changing our stance.
Then, with complete confidence, Vincent declared that he would prove me wrong.
The certainty in his voice was almost amusing, and for a brief moment, I simply remained silent, and then I laughed.
