CAMILLE SILVANE POV

Vesper wandered my space like she owned it, her delicate, floral scent curling in the air.

It was the kind of fragrance that clung to skin, to memory. Did she wear it for Zevran? To drive him insane?

I had wanted to figure her out...to dissect her into little pieces and spread her out like a puzzle until I found the exact piece that made her so appealing, but now that she was here, breathing my air, I didn't need the puzzle.

I hated to admit it, but she was ...