Chapter 18

Vincent's POV

The register let out a dull clunk, and the receipt curled slowly out of the slot.

I slid my card back into my wallet without looking at her.

"Thank you," she said. "I'll pay you back as soon as we get home."

"Don't."

"No, I should—"

"Ember."

She stopped.

"It's a few books." I p...