ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

Someone else—someone who wasn't me—had their hand on Vesper.

My heart slowed as I watched her stand there, letting it happen. Like it was normal. Like it wasn't blasphemy.

My fingers twitched, my vision blurring around the edges as I saw red. Just who the hell did he think he was to put his hand on her?

I've killed her past dates for less than this.

My fist clenched, my jaw ticking, the thousand ways I could kill Cyran flashing in my head.

Should I just pull out my ...