~Hazel's POV~
The last place I wanted to be was back in Caspian's chambers. It was the same room I tried taking my own life.
But now I was here again, and this time… I wasn't alone.
Caspian had carried me in silence, not a single word falling from his lips as he laid me gently on his bed. He gave a sharp command to the maids to bring hot tea, his voice clipped, curt. Then he began pacing.
Over and over again. Back and forth. Like a storm trapped inside him.
He hadn't looked at me, but I could feel the anger radiating off him.
I sat up slowly, my body still trembling. The tea arrived, steam curling in the air. I lifted it with shaky hands and took a cautious sip.
Too hot.
I winced, and before I could even react, Caspian was at my side in a blur. His eyes scanned my face, and his thumb brushed my lip gently, checking for burns.
"I'm good," I mouthed, smiling faintly.
