VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

Myra's gaze burned into me, suffocating in their intensity.

I could tell she was waiting for an explanation, but after our conversation in the house about the company, and how draining it was, I didn't want to talk about Zevran.

"Aren't you going to say anything... And why did you lie that I needed to get some air? I was completely okay with talking at the house."

I glanced at the rolling landscape, my lips pressing into a thin line. "I didn't want to talk at home. ...