"Do I look like a human?"
Ashlyn felt a cold chill run down her spine and she gulped down her glass of whiskey in a rush avoiding Vincent's piercing gaze.
Vincent chortled seeing what she did and he leaned his back on the chair and folded his hands near his chest. Just by looking at her, he felt a sense of concern for her but he couldn't understand why.
"How is your mom?"
"I already told you she's better than me," Ashlyn replied almost immediately and took the opened bottle of whiskey and started pouring it into her glass.
"Then, how are you?" Vincent asked looking keenly at her.
Ashlyn paused for a moment the minutes Vincent's words left his lips. Dropping the bottle on the table, she held her glass and just stared at it for a few seconds before speaking.
