23. Caspian I don’t like the way people look at her. It’s not a new thing because that's the reason why we had pretended to bully her in high school so that others can keep away from her. Everyone knew that she belonged to us and that's why she could go through high school without the bullying of her stepsister and her minions. Also, there was a hoard of boys who liked her and we knew that we couldn't let anyone get close to her. Anyway, I don't like anyone else, other than us, looking at what is ours and she is ours. Every second someone’s attention lingers just a little too long on her irritates me more than it should. “Asena.” My voice cuts through the room before I even realize I’ve spoken. She looks up from her desk, slightly startled, a pencil still in her hand, her brows

