Vespera’s POV
“Damon, the photograph was taken seven years ago, the night my father was murdered.” I said.
Silence stretched between us.
“Where are you right now?” He demanded.
“I told you I'm leaving.” I said.
“My father's name appeared on a classified file this morning, and the authorization dates back to the night he died.” He said.
“You think our fathers' deaths are connected?” I asked as my stomach twisted.
“I think someone has spent years arranging things to bring us together, and I'm not letting you walk into another trap without knowing what we're dealing with.” He said.
“You don't get to decide what I do.” I said.
“I'm asking you to stop long enough to hear what I've found.” he said.
“I can't stay there anymore, Damon. Something is happening to me, and every time I rema
