"If you've still got a brain," he hissed, "pull yourself together. If you can't even guarantee that you won't ruin the plan we've agreed upon, don't even think about dragging Mr. Clyde further into this mess!"
Lucas, sensing the danger, quickly stepped between them, his eyes flashing with warning.
"Back off," he commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.
Vincent halted, his steps freezing mid-stride, before he turned and leveled a menacing glare at Lucas.
His voice, cold and biting, cut through the tension in the room. "All I ask is that you don't waste my goodwill in reaching out to you after the last incident. I hope that's not too much to ask."
His words lingered in the air, a stark warning, while his gaze burned with a mixture of frustration and contempt, making Yves feel even smaller under its weight.
