Viviane’s POV
I wake to my mother sweeping up pearls littered around my sofa bed. “You shouldn’t be doing that.” I object instantly, sitting up.
She pulls the broom and dustpan out of my reach, “I’m not a complete invalid you know.” She looks me over dubiously. “Besides, I’m not the one in need of healing this morning.”
“It was just nightmares.” I deflect, rubbing my eyes drowsily.
“I’m not talking about the nightmares.” Mom replies coolly. “You should go take a look in the mirror.”
“Wh–” All at once it comes back to me: the scene in Caspian’s rooms; my refusal to leave; his shout; strange wolves grabbing me and carrying me off against my will; Caspian attacking his father. “Oh my god.” I murmur, sinking back down onto the couch. I quickly survey my bare arms and legs, finding th
