My mind reels, but before I can form a coherent thought, a voice cuts through the air behind us—cold, hard, and achingly familiar.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

My blood freezes in my veins. I spin around, my heart nearly stopping in my chest.

Vincent stands before us, his powerful frame rigid with tension, his dark eyes burning with fury. The careful composure he wore during our earlier confrontation has completely shattered, replaced by something primal and dangerous.

Why the hell did ...