VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

I glanced at Zevran, anger making me tremble in my seat.

I clenched my fists, my teeth sinking into my lips as I tested the strength of the binding on my wrist. There was no give, and as I twisted my hand to try to loosen it, it just hurt worse. It bit into my skin, tight enough to stop circulation. He'd tied it like he meant to break my bones. Bastard!

I huffed, my chest tight as I realized how hopeless my situation was.

I thought I had everything planned, so how ...