VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

The time was seven on the dot.

I clenched the pen in my hand tightly as my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, my throat burning as the fierce sensation in my guts worsened.

"This is actually a good preposition Miss Vesper. Your perspective is so fresh and unique, I think we can really turn things around if we go through with this," Gwen said, pulling me out of the quicksand I was sinking into.

"You really think so?" I asked, struggling to maintain eye contact as ...