Evelina's POV
I didn't sleep much that night.
I lay awake with my arm outside the blanket, watching the place where the cut had been as though it might reopen simply from being looked at long enough. It didn't. The skin stayed smooth and unmarked, as ordinary as it had ever been. A scar would have made more sense.
I don't know.
Caspian had said it plainly, and I believed him. But believing him didn't make the question smaller. It only meant nobody in this entire ancient territory could tell me what I was.
By the time the sun came up, I'd decided I couldn't spend another day simply waiting to find out by accident.
Caspian was already at the table when I came down, and he'd clearly reached his own conclusion overnight.
"Your reflexes," he said before I'd even sat. "That's what we test
