I cross the distance between us quickly, somehow feeling more powerful since I'm wearing my heels. "Who are you?" I demand. "I believe we've already met. My name is Vincent," he says simply. "And your name is Amy." My calm demeanor slips a little when he utters my name. The pause before it tells me he wants me to actually hear it. To understand that he knows who I am. I clear my throat, determined not to show him how disconcerted I was am, how hypnotized...