Chapter 32

• Rosalina's POV
• ​The leather interior of the black Maybach is dead silent, the roar of the city outside completely muffled by the heavy, reinforced glass windows. Vesper sits beside me in the spacious back seat, his piercing dark eyes fixed entirely on the angry, reddened skin of my neck. He doesn't blink as his sharp brows draw together unconsciously, a deep, ominous groove forming between them as he studies the damage.
• ​The air-conditioning hums softly, blowing a cool breeze across my skin, but it does nothing to soothe the heat radiating from my collarbones. I stare fixedly at my hands, which are still trembling slightly against my ruined leather bag.