Chapter 22

I push open the door to Caspian’s chambers, balancing the tray of breakfast carefully in my hands.

The scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meats fills the room, but the moment I step inside, his voice cuts through the air like a blade.

“You’re an idiot.”

I freeze, nearly dropping the tray. “What?”

He’s seated at his desk, his back to me, but I can see the tension in his shoulders. Slowly, he turns, his cold eyes locking onto mine.

“All you had to do was take the back entrance or slip into the house without falling. Was that too much for you to do?"

I blink, setting the tray down on the table with a little more force than necessary. “I didn’t mean to fall. And how was I supposed to know you were expecting me to take another route?”

He leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “I could sense your presence before I even saw you. I assumed you’d have the sense to avoid him.”