ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

They were all dead except one. And he was going to regret being alive soon.

I wiped the sweat off my brow, eyes narrowing as I scanned the wreckage of their car, the bitter taste of smoke and gunpowder thick in the back of my neck.

It had been close—too damn close. Another second and that driver would've put a bullet in my head. Or worse, in Vesper's.

The thought made me see red, my vision blurring for a second as rage pressed against my rib.

How could he betray me? ...