Ginger:
“Great, you two have already met,” I say, trying to sound casual.
I know my mom is just being friendly, but the way they’re sitting together so comfortably—like they’ve known each other forever feels unsettling.
“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Orbblood. I hope I get to try that soup you mentioned next time,” Caspian says as he stands, flashing her a charming smile.
My face twists in disgust as I head for the door.
“Good luck, honey!” my mom calls after me, but I don’t respond. I step outside, and Caspian follows. Reaching his car, I yank the door open and slide in, shutting it behind me.
He gets in after me, turning to face me.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Yes! Bonding with my mom!” I blurt out, crossing my arms.
His brows knit together. “You call that bonding?”
“You tell
