Chapter 60: Caspian's POV

Dinner is suffocating.

The tension in the air is so thick it could be sliced with the very knife I use to cut my meat. 

Not that I have much of an appetite. My mother hasn't looked at me since I walked in. 

My father speaks, but his words are clipped, cold—like an executioner passing judgment.

I expected this. 

The moment I rejected Eden, I knew this would be my fate. But none of that weighs on me as much as the thought of Delilah, alone in my chambers, eating dinner by herself.

She shouldn't have to eat alone. She shouldn't have to hide.

She deserves better than this—than me.

But I can't let her go either.

I push the food around my plate, barely registering the conversation between my parents. 

Their disappointment is a silent, brooding presence, thickening with every passing second.

It's my mother who finally breaks the silence.

"What were you doing in Moonhaven, Caspian?"