Aurelia's reaction right now didn't make Caspian happy at all. He knew her best—whenever her emotions spilled over like this, it only meant they'd been bottled up to the breaking point.
She missed herself.
"I'm sorry." Caspian pulled her in tighter. All these years, it wasn't just her longing for him. He'd always been thinking of her, too.
It was just, for all kinds of reasons, he couldn't contact her.
"We…" Caspian's voice abruptly cut off, his eyes locking onto the man who'd just stepped out—a tall figure in a neatly pressed suit, his aura fierce and wild, exuding intensity. His sharp gaze was wolfish and piercing, fixed on him.
Caspian understood exactly what that look meant. He narrowed his eyes; after meeting the man's gaze for just a second, he looked away.
He glanced down at her. "Shall we go back?"
"Back where?" Aurelia's eyes, just washed clean by tears, were exceptionally bright as she looked at him steadily, a faint frown between her brows.
