Chapter 40
Morgana knew something was wrong the moment Caspian stopped looking through her. For years, his attention when it came at all, it had been easy. Familiar. Unquestioning. He’d always trusted her presence the way one trusted a constant thing, like a wall or a blade kept sharp by habit. That night, it was different. She felt it across the hall before she even saw him. Caspian stood near the council table, speaking in low tones with Jace and Nolan. When his gaze lifted and found her, it didn’t soften. It didn’t pass over her with casual acknowledgment. It weighed. Morgana’s breath caught, just barely. “He knows,“ her wolf whispered. No. Not yet, she told herself. He couldn’t. She’d been careful. Nothing she’d done was overt enough to accuse. Everything had been clean. Polite. Plausible
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