“The point is that Arden has a problem that must be resolved. I shall resolve it and you shall cease distracting me.” Nathaniel actually gasped. “Caspian, I’m your fiancé, not your secretary. You do not talk to me like that.” I think them were what you’d call fightin’ words. Or they would have been if Nathaniel hadn’t sounded terribly hurt. Even Caspian paused. “I’m sorry,” he said more gently, “but I’ve made my decision. Go to the concert.”
