Chapter 93:

"I'll consider forgiving you," I say, my arms crossed, a stubborn line etched across my shoulders as I lean against the edge of the bed. "But you have to make it worth my choice."

Caspian, seated tensely on the couch, lifts his head, his gray eyes stormy with emotions I can't quite place, a turbulent sea of worry, anger, and something akin to desperation. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"It means that right now, we put aside whatever issues we have and focus on something bigger." I pause, letting the weight of my words sink in, the silence in the room amplifying the tension. "Something that might just get me killed."

His entire body goes rigid, the muscles in his jaw clenching. "What?"

I exhale, bracing myself for his reaction, knowing I'm about to ignite a wildfire. "When I went on a raid with the enforcers—"