Amara’s POV
Caspian returned so fast I did not have a moment to comprehend what had just occurred.
One second I was with Ronan, the next, I felt hurried steps approaching from the other side of the tree. Caspian pushed aside the leaves, He walked up to me in two long strides, grabbing me by the wrist.
“We are leaving.”
His voice was calm, but I knew him well enough to understand that the man was beyond furious. Before I could protest, he bent his head and kissed me, hard. His lips met mine in a short, bruising kiss, and he pulled away to glance over my shoulder.
Ronan stood rooted to the spot. Just as he was when I left him.
The two men locked eyes, an invisible fight passing between them. Caspian’s grip on my waist tightened. He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
“Come.”
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