I wasn’t sure if I successfully managed to hide my horror.
I knew it. Dammit, I knew it. I was upset with myself for not having paid more attention to my fears and anxieties. Honestly, it was stupid that I would think that nobody would have seen him.
Now what?
Everyone was looking at me, waiting for an answer. I didn’t know what to say—lying would be completely pointless at this point. He knew for a fact that he’d heard the right thing, and denying this would make me look stupid.
So, instead, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about it, either.”
He made an ‘oooh’ sound, and Edmund copied him. Bastards. I looked down at the half-eaten strawberry pinched between my fingers, but not before seeing Ricky’s eyes slide to Caspian in an almost
