The night stretches on, cold and empty, just like the space beside me in Caspian’s chambers. He hasn’t come back. Again.
I sit on the bed, fingers curling into the sheets, trying to ignore the ache settling in my chest. I shouldn't care.
I shouldn’t miss him.
But I do.
I hate fighting...the negative emotions, the feeling of not knowing where the other person stands. The feeling of wondering if the other person f***s with you or not.
"If you're going to mope like this all night, let’s at least do something fun," Aries says, his voice slipping into my mind with a lazy drawl. "I'm starting to think you enjoy suffering."
I scowl. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
"Hunting."
I blink. "Hunting?"
"Yes, hunting. You do remember that I'm Aries the Conqueror, right? Ever since I man
