Caspian reclined against the couch, his voice betraying a mixture of exasperation and curiosity as he spoke. "We thought we were proving to him that we liked him more than her. Honestly, we were just kids, twelve years old back then."

Ambrose shook his head slightly but countered, "And yet, we carried it into our twenties. I have to ask—why?"

"Because he wanted us to," Caspian answered, his frown deepening. "At the time, it was just games, ...