Viviane’s POV
“Viviane!” Caspian’s voice is rough and wild, and his fist smashes into the heavy wooden door when the handle refuses to turn.
“She’s not here!” I call without thinking. This can’t be happening. I need help, but I can’t explain my situation without exposing my identity.
Some of the horrible tension in the air dissipates, and the incessant pounding stops, but I can hear Caspian’s furious breathing. “Then who is there?” He almost sounds amused – almost.
This time I do not answer, desperately clinging to my last sliver of sanity.
“Viviane.” A shiver runs down my spine. He says my name as both warning and reprimand.
Silence pulls taught between us, and my heart sinks. There’s no way out of this. One way or another, he’s going to–
*SMASH*
The door bursts open, splinters o
