Caspian's Pov
The house was too quiet.
It had been like that since the moment Nyx shut the door in my face the night before. I had stood outside her room for hours, talking, apologizing, begging her to answer me. She hadn’t said a single word.
I thought maybe she was asleep, but when I carried food up to her door the next morning, I knew she wasn’t. I had left the tray there and walked away, telling myself to give her space. Thirty minutes later, I passed by again and found that the food was untouched. Only the tea cup was missing.
Relief had rushed through me at the sight of it. At least she had drunk something. At least she wasn’t starving herself out of anger or pain. But that relief had been thin. It didn’t last long.
Because the truth was I had hurt her.
I told myself I had don
