*~Hazel's POV~*
We sat in the room for what felt like hours, waiting for Cyrius to return. Our guards outside were instructed to alert us the moment he stepped in.
"Are you sure he'll come?" I asked, panicking again.
Caspian sighed, his voice tight with exhaustion.
"Yes, I'm sure, Hazel. He'll come back. The guard said he only stepped out, didn't he?"
I nodded, still restless. Then suddenly, a thought hit me.
"Oh, wait.." I jolted upright. "We should ask if the guard saw him carrying the babies!"
I jumped to my feet, but Caspian grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
"I killed the guard, remember?" he said dryly.
I threw my head back in frustration.
I was just about to spiral into panic again when a subtle noise tapped against the window.
Caspian and I locked eyes instantly.
Without needing to speak, we both moved to the window—and saw one of our guards discreetly signaling us.
Cyrius was back, My heart skipped.
I was ready to bolt, but Caspian held me back.
