“This isn’t real. Go away!” Lark jabbed her finger into his chest, her expression indignant.

“I’m on the same flight back as you, Lark. There’s no going away,” Caspian replied smugly.

“You cannot just hijack my vacation like this!” she snapped, her voice rising.

“Oh, I can, and I already have,” he retorted, opening the wardrobe dramatically to display his clothing neatly hung inside. “See? All settled in.”

Her eyes ...