Chapter 87

Clenching her jaw in hidden frustration, Ziva forced herself to maintain her fragile demeanor. "Vespera, I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn. Can you ever forgive me?"

Vespera studied her with detached amusement. The girl never missed a chance to perform.

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched Vespera's lips as she paused, as if genuinely considering the request. "Alright. Let's hear it, then."