Caspian's POV
"Then what the hell do you want me to do, Ki?"
The words ripped out of me before I could leash them.
My voice bounced off the canvas walls of the tent,and when they fell back on my ears, they sounded nothing but ugly. Yet I couldn't stop.
"You want me to stand here and watch my son being held captive?" I scoffed, dragging a hand down my face. "The son I didn't even know I had. Didn't even know existed. Whose face I don't know. Whom I haven't even fucking touched?"
My chest felt like it was splitting open.
"Fuck, Ki," I snapped, voice breaking between rage and shakes. "What do you want me to do?!"
I was furious.
Not at her.
At myself.
At the universe.
At every missed second, minute and year.
At every goddamn memory that I was supposed to have.
And it showed.
She took a step back.
Just one.
But that did it. The look in her eyes.
Her hands slipped off my shoulders. Her body shifted like I'd turned into something sharp, an unpredictable blade.
