The hallway is dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon filtering through the wide glass windows as we roll her luggage toward the entrance. She stops abruptly, turning to face Caspian.
“My parents,” she says, her tone sassy and resolute.
He narrows his sharp silver gaze. “Why all so sudden?”
“You don’t think I’d stay here with her around, do you?”
“Who? Eden?”
She doesn’t answer, looking down at her feet instead. All her attitude and sass suddenly deflates and I see just how much Eden has an effect on her.
He sighs, rubbing between his eyes. "Why this late? Why not tomorrow?”
Her voice is tight, almost trembling. “Because I just… Look, my lord, I can’t bear to stay a second more under the same roof as someone who makes me feel like shit.”
I blink in surprise. Lord? She never calls hi
