GINGER:

Gasps ripple through the crowd as all eyes turn to us. Caspian's hand flies to his burning cheek, his jaw tightening as he stares at me in silence.

"What the hell, Ginger?" he yells, startling me.

My breath seizes for a moment as I feel the judging eyes of the crowd. Fear grips my heart as I wait for him to hit me or do something worse. I hit him, and I deserve to get hit for disobeying him-that was always my father's response to Mum.

Before I can answer, Caspian's eyes dart to the ...