"My father still wants to kill me."
Caspian's voice is flat, like he's talking about the weather, but the words make me feel tight. It alerts me of how much trouble his rejection of Eden put him in.
His rejection of her for me.
The royal family adore her. They would never let a mere human replace her. Although I don't know their stand on her after her scene last night.
But still...
My fingers still in his hair, and he notices. Without a word, he reaches up, grabs my hand, and places it back where it was.
I smile and continue running my fingers through his dark strands, focusing on the silky feel of them instead of the pit forming in my stomach.
"You say that too casually," I murmur.
He exhales. "Because it's true. She was their ultimate choice and I just turned her down. I wonder how they don't see the material she's made of."
"Which is?"
"Absolute shit."