Namiko’s POV
They took everything from me when they dragged me into this cell.
Not just my freedom. Not just the clothes stained with Caspian’s scent and the faintest hope of something soft blooming between us.
No, they took the one thing I was just starting to believe in, that I might finally be safe and even belong somewhere I am accepted.
Now, even the shadows feel dangerous.
I sit in the cold corner of my cell, back pressed to stone, arms wrapped around my knees like that might somehow hold me together. But I am coming apart, quietly. Bit by bit.
I hear footsteps echoing down the corridor. Every time I hear them, I pray it’s not him. Every time, I also pray it is. I must be crazy! He is just like everyone else.
I should not feel entitled to the attention he gave me, I don't de
