Davina's heart raced with an intensity she hadn't encountered before causing her chest to tighten with each thunderous beat. The deafening sound of her own pulse resounded in her ears, drowning out all other noise in the eerie stillness of the night. Panic seized her as she took measured, hesitant steps backward, putting distance between herself and the looming figure before her.
Strangely, the prospect of Caspian discovering her web of lies and deception was far more terrifying than the consequences of facing the king's wrath. The mere thought of him sent shivers down her spine, for he exuded a menacing aura, unlike anyone she had ever encountered.
With each step she took backward, Caspian took an extra step toward her as if they were indulging in a dance.
"Looks like there's nowhere else to run to," Caspian smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Davina to take her next move.
