[Hazel]
“Yes, I murdered Miranda Davenport…”
I blinked my eyes open right in the middle of Vesper’s twisted backstory. I must’ve missed a lot of it, but what little I did hear was more than enough to send a chill down my spine.
Am I going to die here? In front of Elijah?
I was terrified for my life—but more than that, I was afraid that if I died, Elijah would never be able to live in peace. He’d blame himself. He’d think my blood was on his hands. He’d never forgive himself. And worse, he might even hurt himself.
No! I have to survive. I have to escape. Not for me—but for him.
I began to writhe and twist, trying desperately to loosen the ropes digging into my skin.
That’s when Vesper’s voice cut through the air like a rusted blade.
“Ah-ah. I wouldn’t do that,” he said, relishing ev
