ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

Vesper stepped into the room, then stopped cold, her eyes widening at the sight of the empty bed and the chains I’d slipped out of without much effort. She spun around so fast her hair whipped in the silence, eyes darting across every corner like she expected a ghost to leap out.

Desire burned through me as I watched her try—and fail—not to panic.

Everything had come back to me the second I opened my eyes. Every memory. Every little detail I’d missed.

But ...