Chapter 24 Play Like A Fiddle
- Caspian froze. His grip on her wrist was so tight, she could barely move.
- Tears streamed down Wendy's face. She turned her head to the side, as if doing so could hide her pain from Caspian's gaze.
- At some point, his grip on her wrist had loosened. Then, he wiped away her tears. His voice was unreadable—hovering between tenderness and cold detachment. “Do you like Finley?”