If there was one thing Caspian excelled at, it was his uncanny ability to sleep through anything.

Slowly, carefully, I unwrapped his arm from around my waist and slid out of the bed, each movement measured. I froze, holding my breath as he made a small sound, shifting in his sleep. Relief washed over me as he stilled, his breathing deepening once more. I dressed quickly, my movements hushed as I gathered my discarded clothes, pulled on my jeans, and laced up my ...