VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

My finger pressed hard on the pen in my hand, the clicking sound jarring in the otherwise silent room.

"What did you two talk about on that day?" I muttered under my breath.

It had been three days already but I still couldn't get it out of my head. What had been so private that he couldn't let me hear.

And why had Camille looked so triumphant when he'd said it?

Did she think she won or something?

She was delusional if she thought Zevran would ever fall for her. I was ...