Vincent's heartbeat finally began to settle as the car jolted over the uneven road. The turbulence grounded him, almost comforting in the chaos.
If he were honest, he would rather die in a crash than be caught by Lucien.
His stepbrother was petty in a way only true monsters managed to be. He wouldn't simply kill him. He would savor it.
Especially since he betrayed him. He never plays with rats.
"Пиздец! How is he here with the maniac Twinster? Isn't he supposed to be trapped on an island?"
Victor burst out with the same question Vincent had been choking on.
Vincent wasn't naive. He knew exactly why the alphas—Edmund and Mikhail—were after Lucien.
They wanted to mark him, break him, force him back into the mold of an obedient omega instead of letting him keep tearing through neutral towns like a rogue storm.
Yet the way Lucien could run freely while the Twinster followed him…
It felt like he was the one leading them instead of the other way around.
