In the royal pack territory, Vivienne sat in a lavish study, watching Vincent pace nervously before her.
"Have you made your decision yet?" Vivienne asked.
Vincent stopped pacing and turned to face her. "That's my father we're talking about."
Vivienne's laugh was cold and mocking. "Not just yours. You have three brothers who share the same father, remember? And if you truly loved him, you wouldn't have poisoned him in the first place, would you?"
Vincent's eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't push me, Vivienne."
"I'm merely stating facts," she replied coolly. "You're such a hypocrite, Vincent. You want the power but not the reputation that comes with taking it. That's childish. All power requires blood, conspiracy, and sacrifice. The sooner you accept that, the better."
Vin
