“I’ll consider forgiving you,” I say, arms crossed 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, gray eyes stormy with emotions I can’t quite place. “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. “Something that might just get me killed.”
His entire body goes rigid. “What?”
I exhale, bracing myself for his reaction. “When I went on a raid with the enforcers—”
“You went on a raid with the enforcers?” he interrupts, voice low and sharp, like a blade pressed against my skin.
I tilt my head, lips curling into something that isn’t quite a smile. “When you left me alone to my own devices, what did you think I’d do? Sit in my room and play dress-up?”