Caspian stared at me for the longest time.
I was expecting an answer from him at this point because it would just be weird if he didn’t say anything. Honestly, this was starting to be fun. As long as I could get rid of the senseless fear that he’d find out I was Vivian Blackwood, the girl whose death he caused, I could say anything to him, and I could also taunt him however I wanted.
It was literally impossible for him to think I was her.
Those kinds of things didn’t happen in the modern world. People weren’t reborn. My case was an exception, and sometimes, I still felt like I was going crazy just thinking about it.
The point was that he’d never guess.
Finally, Caspian moved. He stepped away from me and cleared his throat before looking away. Watching him get nervous was euphoric
