VESPER GREY LYSAN

Zevran was alive.

And no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't process it.

I lifted a hand, fingers tangling in my hair as I squeezed my eyes shut.

The night I escaped Ilvane replayed in my mind, and with a sharp, familiar ache, I dug through every minute detail I had buried deep down.

It was like I was right there all over again. And the emotions I thought couldn't get to me anymore tightened around my neck like a noose, squeezing my lungs.

I could feel the cold ...