CAROLINE’S POV
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“Caroline.” Someone shakes my arm. My eyes flit open, narrowing when the bright orange-yellow flame of the burning candle. I look up at Zyran, his eyes soft and apologetic. It’s still dark, and when I glance out of the window, I could tell that it was around midnight. The moon sits at its peak, high and shining brighter than any star. “Get dressed.” He sighs apologetically, his shoulders sagging. “What?” I blink, confused.
Shit, did Lucian see him come in here?
“You need to go.” My heart beats faster and faster by the second as I toss my blanket aside, shifting onto my knees. “Go.” I shove at his chest to put distance between us.
Zyran steps back, eyes narrowing on me as he holds the candle to the side, “What is going on with you, Caroline?” His eyebrows furrow. “Yo
