Alaric's Move

Sophia's POV

Tomorrow never came.

Not the way I had planned it, anyway. Not the quiet, chosen, carefully worded tomorrow I had promised in the library. Instead, tomorrow arrived as a sharp knock on my chamber door at seven in the morning, with Caspian on the other side of it wearing the expression he reserved for genuine emergencies — controlled, precise, stripped of all the warmth that usually lived around the edges of his face.

"He knows," Caspian said, stepping inside before ...