Viviane’s POV
The morning after the Pack Games, I wake feeling dazed and weary. In the bright light of dawn, all the drama of the past few days feels surreal and distant, as if it happened to someone else. None of the events swirling through my memory feel real, and yet I know they were.
The guard posted outside my front door tells me as much, as does my mother’s tense expression and quiet anger. No one has seen hide nor hair of James since Caspian beat my location out of him, and though he was obsequiously polite and gentle throughout the kidnapping, I can’t deny that it frightens me to know he’s out there somewhere.
Jasper assured us James would cause no further problems, but I couldn’t help noticing Caspian’s silence on the matter. Nor did it escape me that his guard on the apartmen
