Asena
I stay in the bathroom far too long.
At first, I tell myself I just need a minute, a moment to breathe, a moment to gather my thoughts before I walk back out there and face them again but one minute turns into ten, then twenty…. and somehow I still cannot bring myself to open the door.
Steam clings to the mirrors from the shower I took earlier, softening my reflection until I barely recognize the woman staring back at me. My cheeks are warm, my hair damp around my shoulders, and the oversized robe wrapped around my body still smells faintly like the twins.
They smell like sandalwood and spice… like danger.
I grip the edge of the sink tightly because I cannot stop thinking about the hallway, about the blood, about the way the man looks terrified and most of all, about Caspian’s h
