Chapter 11 Chat With Imposter

• The imposter let out a slow breath, his smirk returning as his confidence crept back in. He leaned his head back against the chair, looking up at the ceiling as if he had all the time in the world.
• Imposter (mocking): "You know, for people who pride themselves on control, you both seem awfully desperate right now."
• Vincent’s fist clenched at his side, itching to wipe that grin off his face, but Tara raised a hand—silent command. She wasn’t done playing yet.