Seraphina / Tricia’s POV“Cas… Caspian!” My voice cracked on his name. He stopped with his hand on the door handle, his back to me, shoulders rigid under the black suit and for three seconds he didn’t move. Then, slowly, he turned. “What do you want to talk about, Seraphina?” His voice sharpened. I flinched. I was too tense to speak, my hands were twisting the fabric of my dress. “I… I’m sorry,” I said. “For what happened earlier on the beach. What I said out there, I didn’t mean it. I was—”“I’m going to need more than an apology,” he cut in. His jaw was tight. “You don’t get to tell me you plan to reject me, tell me we’re nothing but a contract, and then think a quick ‘sorry’ fixes it.”Something in me snapped, the words hit me harder than I expected. Tears burned my eyes and the pressure I'd been holding back all day finally cracked as tears spilled before I could stop them."That's not fair," I whispered. “I thought you were different from Maxwell!” I burst out, sobbing. “I tho
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