Genevieve:
We all turned around to see Caspian standing before us, his warriors at his side, holding guns.
“We’ve come to speak with you,” I began, reminding myself to be gentle when asking him to let us search his pack, not his mansion. I knew for a fact that he wouldn’t deceive us like that—he hated his father, that much I was certain of.
“About what?” Caspian asked, his eyes devoid of any love for me. I knew he was angry, but did he not feel any guilt for manipulating or cheating on me?
“About the fact that you’re hiding your father in your pack,” Bellamy blurted out before I could speak, his aggressive and harsh tone ruining my approach.
“What?” Caspian’s aggression flared immediately.
“No! We’re not here to accuse you of sheltering him,” I quickly turned to glare at Bellamy, sil
