Viviane’s POV
Heavy footsteps pound up the stairs, and I jolt into a sitting position. Despite my mother’s advice, I hadn’t been able to call Caspian and tell him I disobeyed his orders. I couldn’t bring myself to face him yet. Instead I curled up on the couch and buried my face in my pillow, disappearing beneath my blankets and pretending I didn’t exist.
In the grand scheme of things it wasn’t the best strategy, but it did give me a few hours of peace.
A heavy knock lands on the door, and my heart races in my chest. The fact that Caspian hasn’t already greeted me through our bond is a bad sign. He must be even angrier than I anticipated.
Mom swiftly opens the door, anxious for news. “Hello Caspian.” She says softly. It’s very odd to see them on good terms, and even stranger to thin
