Lacy's POV
Anger boils in my veins at how they are not giving up on making my life a living hell here.
I wasn't the one who asked their psycho Lycan to choose me.
I huff and walk towards the door, hesitating before yanking the door open.
"Please, leave me alone. You've-" I finally look up and it's...
Vincent.
He leans against the doorframe.
Like he owns the world.
Those broad shoulders fill the space, arms crossed over his chest.
His dark eyes sweep over me, lingering just a little too long on my robe.
He takes a while before staring at me. I'm glaring at him.
What is he doing here?
My breath catches for half a second, then my anger shoves it down.
"You finally remembered you have a wife?" I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut.
He smirks, his head tilting slightly. "Wife?"
