Stella
Caspian made sure we made it back to my room unseen and unheard. By the time we got there, the adrenaline had burned itself out.
I kicked off my shoes near the door, not caring where they landed, and tossed my crown onto the catch all. The silence felt heavy at first—thick with everything I hadn't said—but not uncomfortable. Just tired.
Caspian lingered near the doorway for a moment, like he was waiting for instructions I didn't have the energy to give.
"You should sit," he said finally, nodding toward the couch.
I did, sinking into the plush cushions, pulling a blanket over myself. My stomach rolled again, sharp enough that I had to close my eyes and breathe through it. I could feel Caspian's eyes on me.
"I'm fine," I said quickly, before he could ask.
He didn't comment. J
