VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

My jaw went slack before I could stop it, his words ringing through my head.

"Stockholm syndrome," I repeated, the phrase tasting bitter on my tongue. Then I laughed—short and disbelieving. He'd said it so casually too. "You think I'm in love with my captor?"

Niklaus tilted his head, the faintest smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Am I wrong? You fell for the man who killed off all your boyfriends and isolated you until you had nowhere else to run. Doesn't ...