Caspian's POV.
Her hand, soft and gentle, remained on my face, her words making me feel at ease. They were more soothing than I could have ever imagined. No one had shown me this much care in a long while. It all reminded me of my mother.
I wasn't sure if it was real or if she was still seeing me as a pawn, but her words had melted my pain and drained the frustration I felt from speaking to my brother and his silly son in there.
I wanted to keep this feeling, and I was going to do it.
I nodded twice, with a faint but bitter smile on my lips. “I won't disappoint you, Squishy,” I assured her, my hand reaching out and squeezing hers firmly.
“I trust you,” she muttered to me.
How could she trust me when my plan was to use her? Was she always this easy, or was there something I was missin
