ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

I looked away from the clock, the panic I had felt disappearing.

Did she come by this time because she knew it would mess with my head?

I leaned forward, drawn like a moth to fire, the urge to crush my mouth to hers and taste the blood beneath her lips drumming in my skull.

Rein it in, Zevran, or she's going to run again.

"You look awful," she said, eyes flicking from mine as she dropped the flowers onto the table.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. And you deserve it, for almost getting ...