Vespera’s POV
The silver mark beneath my sleeve began to burn, and Elspeth stepped backward, frightened by something beyond my reach.
“You have one chance to tell me the truth. I've spent seven years being hunted and lied to, and I'm finished listening to excuses.” I warned her.
“Vespera, please.” She begged.
“Don't say my name like we're discussing herbs in your garden.” I said.
Her eyes flicked toward the book, and I caught the movement.
“What is in the last chapter?” I asked.
“Nothing that will help you.” She said.
“Stupid answer.” I said as I smiled coldly.
Elspeth raised her hands, muttering a spell as smoke curled between her fingers. Before she could finish, I seized her throat and slammed her against the wall, sending a framed botanical illustration crashing to the floor.
