Caspian watched from his terrace, his expression shifting from satisfaction to absolute, burning venom.
A human walking into Caeloria's upper spires as if he belonged there. Walking with the Chosen One, practically glued to his side.
The intimacy of her positioning told Caspian everything about their relationship.
She was a half a step behind him, her eyes never leaving his face, the dark collar gleaming around her throat.
She looked at Jack like he'd hung the moon and stars. Like she would walk through fire for him.
Caspian's hands gripped the marble railing so hard the stone cracked under the pressure.
The anonymous letter suddenly felt less like a lucky break and more like divine providence.
Someone wanted Jack Kaiser dead badly enough to purchase Bloodrush in massive quantities. Someone was willing to risk everything to see him eliminated.
And Caspian was going to help make it happen.
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