(Caspian’s POV)

If there’s one thing Ari is annoyingly good at, it’s getting under my skin before meals. That morning he managed to argue with me over the dumbest thing—who walked faster down the hallway. He swore I had shorter legs. Me. The nerve.

So, naturally, I spent ten minutes reminding him that I could cross the hall in three strides while he needed five. He didn’t take it well, which only made me push harder, because watching his face twist like a tomato about to explode? ...