007 Vesper Lynd Novels & Stories

"You’re not going home tonight, Mr. Thorne. You’re not going home ever. With this list? You’re looking at twenty-five to life." Lysander stared at her. The reality crashed down on him. No company. No house. No legacy. No freedom. He turned his head. He looked back up at the terrace. The Fortress glowed in the night, bathed in warm, golden light. It looked like Olympus. And standing at the railing, looking down at him, was Vespera. She was unharmed. Her white dress shimmered like moonlight. Her diamond veil floated around her like a halo. She stood next to Cyprian, whose hand rested protectively on the small of her back.

"I'm sorry, but I think I heard you say you will wait for someone." "Hm. Vesper is coming to pick me up." Lyn smiled softly. It was the most genuine smile I had seen on her ever since we left Leander's office together. "He really loves you." She murmured. Yeah, right. He loved me enough to murder me and still hook up with my best friend. That kind of love... How sweet. Crossing my arms on my chest, I closed my eyes and rested my back on the seat back. Lyn also waited. The road was still congested anyway.

Jealousy flashed in her watery eyes, too raw to hide. "No way! That worthless woman—how could she be Vesper?" Back then, even at sixteen, Vesper was already a racing legend in Lindale. Joel leaned in, eyes burning. "I've confirmed it. Lyra is Vesper. Vesper is Lyra!"

Ronan’s mother, the former Luna, Lydia, rushed in. She wore a long black robe, her silver hair pulled back flawlessly. Even now, she carried herself with aristocratic grace. "Ronan, let her go!" Lydia ordered. "No," Ronan said without turning. "She has to die." "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Lydia moved to his side. "Vesper is the daughter of the Silver Valley Alpha. If you kill her, you declare war!"

Lynn halted in her tracks. She had seen Vespera at the gala, but seeing her here, in the middle of rehearsal, commanding everyone’s attention, it sent a chill through her. The way Vespera tilted her head sent shivers down Lynn's spine, Vespera looked up as Lynn approached. There was no flash of recognition, no hint of a twin connection. She regarded Lynn with a polite but distant expression, as if she were merely a stranger in her path. "Excuse me," Vespera said softly, her accent refined. She sidestepped Lynn with a professional nod, her attention swiftly returning to her phone.