Chapter 45 *

Vesper's POV

I watched Beatrice and Chanel's faces drain of color, and something satisfied settled in my chest. But my eyes drifted past them to the figure standing fifteen feet away.

Dad.

His hand had finally dropped from where it had been frozen mid-reach. Like someone had scooped out everything inside him and left only the shell standing.

Around us, I could feel the shift in the crowd. A few p