I didn’t know who this Caspien was. He wasn’t the cold, serpentine boy from the mansion. He wasn’t even the stiff, serious boy who’d washed my hands clean of Oleander plant. It wasn’t the boy at the beach or the boy who chatted warmly with Luke. This was someone else, maybe even the same person who kissed men in dark rooms and whispered provocative things to them down the phone. There were so many sides to him. He was a kaleidoscope, one that I couldn’t look away from. I was entranced.
