Bella's POV
My heart lurched as the thought hit me—'Oh hell!'
I'd been so caught up spending time with Julian lately that I'd completely spaced on my lessons at Caspian's estate.
'It's not like I committed some heinous crime!' I told myself.
'So why would the almighty Caspian himself bother coming to drag me back?'
"Get in the carriage," Caspian commanded, his tone arctic.
That familiar dread crashed over me—the same feeling I used to get when my old teacher busted me goofing off. Some terrors, I realized, get branded right into your soul.
Left with zero options, I grudgingly hauled myself into the carriage.
I gave Penny a quick wave behind my back, signaling her to take off.
Caspian sat rigid, his expression carved from stone, staring dead ahead.
His posture was military-straight, like some ancient war god.
He radiated this aura of cold calculation and merciless authority.
His commanding presence made the roomy carriage feel like a cramped cell.
