Caspian turns to Rosalina. “The Fates showed me you.” Rosalina doesn’t say a word, but her eyes move between us. I know that look. She’s thinking, always thinking. But there’s nothing we can do. No way out of this. Perhaps I can find a means to petition for her safety. Why would Caspian even help me save her if this was his plan all along? “What do you mean, you saw Rosalina? She wasn’t even born.” Caspian shrugs. “The Fates show threads of the future. I saw your life with her. Your mate.” “So, you crafted a bargain to trap his mate,” Farron spits out, face scrunched in agony. “You are
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