Vincent's P.O.V
The dim light in my office cast shadows on the walls, creating an ambiance that suited the clandestine nature of my conversations. As I stared at the screen in front of me, Lucian's face loomed ominously, his piercing eyes reflecting the power he held over his pack and the intricate game of dominance we were playing.
"You're taking your time, Vincent," Lucian's voice echoed through the speaker, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm waiting for your answer. What's the deal with keeping her alive if she isn't giving you any valuable information?"
