“I’ve seen her, those flames, before,” I stammer. “When I tried to break Lucas’s crown. But we shattered it, and Perth’s too. Is he back—” “Perth was nothing but a pawn.” Caspian coughs, then wipes his mouth to reveal a line of black. He gives a little sigh, then stares at me. His eyes have returned to the deep purple. Thorns twine around his hands and form … a bow. Twisting briars curve to create a delicate bow with a taut string. He holds it out. “Yes, I’m afraid of the green flames. And you should be, too.” Gingerly, I accept the bow, never once shifting my gaze from his. And with that,
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