~Elara~
My heart pounds as Caspian takes me back inside, his arm around my waist in a clearly possessive gesture.
What the hell just happened?
Why did Atticus kiss me? He understands my proposal to him is simply a business arrangement… doesn’t he? His words suggest that maybe he expects more, at least on a physical level if not an emotional one.
And why did my body respond to his kiss in a way it never did with Caspian?
It must have been because it happened so unexpectedly. Those firm lips of his were on mine so suddenly, of course it took my breath away. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything else.
And the murderous gleam in Caspian’s eye when he pulled Atticus off me is something else I need to process. If he doesn’t care about me, as he claimed on the day he killed me, why did he
