ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

I didn’t remember drawing my gun. One moment, I was striding down the hall, pulse thundering with the kind of fury that came from fear, and the next, the weapon was already in my hand, already aimed, already locked on Camille, who was standing too close to Vesper.

"Wait!" Vesper cried out, stepping in front of Camille like a shield, her arm shooting out like she thought she could physically block what was already decided in my head. "What do you think you’re doing?"

I ...