Olivia Martins
I woke to soft morning light stretching across the stone floor. The sheets beside me were cold. Caspian was gone.
For a moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet. A folded note sat on the pillow where his head should’ve been. I reached for it.
Be ready later.
Caspian
Vague. Typical.
My stomach growled before I could dwell on it, dragging me out of bed. I got dressed in jeans and a soft black top, brushed my hair back into a braid, and padded barefoot downstairs. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and the tension from yesterday still clung to the air like humidity before a storm.
I was just hoping to sneak into the kitchen and grab something quick without running into anyone. But as I stepped in, I stopped.
Victoria sat at the long counter, mu
