ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

"What do you think they're talking about right now?" I asked, staring at the glitching video of Vesper and Camille in her office.

Marros glanced at the tab in my hand, the grim look on his face deepening.

"I don't know Zevran. But if I have to guess, it's not something good."

I flung the tab against the wall with a roar of frustration, then pressed my hand to the bandage on my head, the pulsing throb intensifying.

Why the hell was she still around when I told Silvane to ...