41. Asena
The bag nearly slips from my hands when the bedroom door opens and I freeze completely.
One second I am stuffing clothes into a duffel bag while my heart pounds loud enough to drown out rational thought and the next, they're standing there watching me.
Caspian.
Zavian.
Neither says a word at first and the silence stretches heavy and dangerous then Caspian notices the bag and everything changes. His expression darkens immediately. It's not irritation, not annoyance, it's something worse.
"What are you doing?"
The question comes out sharp enough to make me flinch and I hate myself for it instantly because flinching means weakness and right now I desperately need strength.
My fingers tighten around the handle of the bag.
"I'm leaving."
The room goes still and neither twin
