At the same time Lucas finally shifted into his human form, he looked at Vincent, who was sitting on the bed with his legs spread and his hands behind his head.
Vincent looked relaxed, almost smug, and it only made Lucas's blood boil more.
"Why did you marry my Kyra? I know you had a crush on her, but I never expected you to actually go through with it," Lucas said through gritted teeth. "And how did you even manage to make her agree to marry you?" He walked towards Vincent, anger flashing in his eyes. The sunny disposition he usually had was now overshadowed by clouds of gloom.
"Thanks to your tribe members, I was able to marry her without lifting a finger." Vincent chuckled, his dark red eyes glinting with a twisted kind of amusement.
"What do you mean?" Lucas's eyebrows shot up in confusion.
