[POV: Zareth El' Leather]
The soft clink of his boots against the stone echoed faintly in the corridor as Zareth followed Caspian.
The mask over his face felt foreign, He adjusted it slightly, muttering under his breath, "I still don't get why I'm wearing this."
"Just trust me," Caspian said over his shoulder.
Zareth frowned, his emerald eyes narrowing behind the mask.
Trust wasn't something he gave freely, especially to a human.
And yet, here he was, trailing behind this cocky stranger who carried himself with an air of unpredictability.
Why am I following him?
The thought lingered as they rounded another corner, the dimly lit corridor stretching endlessly before them.
For someone like Zareth—an elf who valued caution and calculated choices—this was an uncharacteristic risk.
But there was something about Caspian.
