VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

"Are you mad at me?" His voice broke the silence, low but heavy enough to make the air between us feel tight.

I glanced at him, let out a rough exhale, and then uncrossed my hands

"What do you think?" I said, my voice coming out rougher than I meant. "You said you weren't going to keep anything from me—"

"I was going to tell you everything," he cut in, his knuckles whitening on the wheels. "I just needed time. You looked so happy, and I didn't want to ruin ...