42. Asena
The room feels too small, too quiet and too full of truths waiting to be spoken.
I still hold the bag in my hand but neither twin tries to take it from me, neither blocks the door, neither forces me to stay and somehow that makes this harder.
Caspian stands near the window while Zavian remains beside the bed, both of them watching me with an intensity that makes my chest ache.
For once, nobody is teasing but neither is smiling. The masks are gone.
"Talk," I finally whisper.
The word barely leaves my mouth yet both of them hear it and they understand. This is their chance.
Caspian exhales slowly.
"You want the truth?" He asks and I nod.
"Yes."
"You won't like it." He adds and a bitter laugh escapes me.
"I don't think we're past that point already."
For a moment, nobod
