snatch Caspian by the lapel and shove him against the stone counter. “And stop speaking in Rosalina’s mind. Whatever dark sorcery you’ve conjured, leave her out of it.” His eyes flick down to the notebook he’s holding. I recognize it now, one of the blank pads we use during our research. Rosalina’s handwriting is scrawled over the front— I snatch the book from him, and he cries out, reaching for it. And with all the anger built in me, I rip the pad in two and throw it to the ground. Caspian lets out a strangled sound and falls to his knees, gathering the shredded pieces.
Awwww!!!!! Nonono! Poor baby, my heart bleeds for him 😭. I wanna give home a hug 😢
