VESPER GREY LYSAN

The meeting was over. I didn't know what was discussed or how I endured an hour of Zevran's eyes drilling into my skull, but I did. And now I wanted answers.

Cyran's hand brushed my arm, pulling me from my reverie. I glanced up at him, my brows arched.

"We are done here... Do you need me to..."

I shook my head, cutting him off as I got to my feet. "No, I'll be fine. I'll talk with him for a few minutes, so you can just leave us."

He hesitated, his eyes lingering on mine. ...