VESPER GREY LYSAN

I really should have aimed for his head.

And there I was feeling all guilty. What was even the point of that, really?

"I don't owe you anything," I got out quietly, the fierce heat in my chest getting hard to ignore. If I had a weapon, there was no doubt in my head, I would hurt him. "You still have your life, so I never took it."

His nose grazed mine, his voice a breath of ice. "You're wrong, Ves. I died a total of three times. Your shot was fatal, and as if that wasn't ...