Chapter 77

Isla

My question hangs in the air like frost.

Caspian doesn’t answer immediately. He just looks at me—no, through me—his expression unreadable as ever. I hate that. I hate that I can’t tell if he’s angry, sad, or completely indifferent. Fucking high-fae. Had he been a werewolf like me, it would have been easy to read him! Why are all fairies so indifferent? Is it from being immortal?

“I asked you