A carriage arrived to take them to the castle, as always. Caspen’s hand was on her knee the entire time. He’d been holding her close the past few days: hunting less, listening more. Tem wondered why. Was it because he sensed the distance between them and wished to prevent it? Or was it because of what he’d told her—that she was powerful—and he wanted to keep that power close? Either way, Tem liked it. She felt more connected to him than she had in days.
I dont trust Caspen as far as i can throw him
