ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

Vesper's gaze was pinned straight ahead, her hands clenched tight on her thigh, her eyes swollen and her cheeks rosy.

My heart trembled, waves of guilt washing over me as I glimpsed the dark bruise around her throat, the memory of how rough and how close I had been to killing her replaying endlessly in my head, until I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

I whipped my gaze back to the road, my jaw clenching.

I lost control and hurt her, and it was all my fault. No matter ...