Bella's POV
Caspian's words hit me like a physical blow to the chest.
Wait for what? The question burned in my mind.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I had to ask him—the need clawed at me—but Caspian said nothing more.
With commanding force, Caspian pulled me against him, lifted me into his arms, and carried me from the palace with determined strides.
Servants dropped to their knees as we passed, their heads bowed low, not daring to look up.
Terror—that's all I could feel coursing through me.
Even I could sense something was terribly wrong. The tension in the air was suffocating.
Why does Caspian treat me so differently from other women? The question gnawed at me, but I had no answers.
Shock held me frozen until Caspian set me down inside the carriage waiting beyond the palace gates.
"Prince Caspian, you..." My face went pale, but the words died in my throat.
His cold stare cut through me. "What do you want?"
That glacial look made me swallow my words whole.
