A loud knock echoes through my room. I stiffen under the covers, eyes locked on the ceiling.
Aries' voice rumbles through my mind, smooth and taunting.
"Look who's at our door. The brooding prince has arrived."
I grit my teeth, dragging the blanket over my head. "Pretend you didn’t hear it."
"Too late. I heard it. And so did you."
The knocking continues. It’s firm, persistent—Caspian’s signature. A long silence stretches after, and I think maybe he’s given up.
But then his voice cuts through the wooden door, deep and rough.
"Delilah, open up."
I squeeze my eyes shut.
"We need to talk."
Aries sighs dramatically. "The poor guy is trying. Maybe just open the door and throw something at him? A compromise."
"I’m not ready to see him."
"And when will you be? Next winter?" Aries sco
