Chapter 29

Author's POV Vesper was almost dragged against the bathroom wall when a wave of nausea hit her. The sound of vomiting echoed in the small room while the world around her spun like an uncontrolled top. The alcohol Mark had forced them to drink last night was now taking its revenge. “Vesper? Are you okay?” Darius's worried voice came from outside the bathroom door. She couldn't answer. Her stomach was still contracting, expelling the last remnants of expensive whiskey that tasted like poison in her throat. Her head was pounding, and the image of Seraphina's calm, mocking face kept spinning in her mind. After what felt like an eternity, Vesper finally managed to stand up, trembling. His legs could barely support his body as he opened the bathroom door. Darius caught him just as he was about to fall. The man's face was pale and filled with regret. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, supporting Vesper's body onto the bed. "I brought you there. I put you through this.“ Darius's eyes were red, either