Bella's POV
Though Caspian hadn't let go of me, his grip wasn't getting any tighter either.
I seized my chance, carefully working his fingers loose from my wrist, one at a time.
The moment his last finger slipped away, I exhaled softly. Those few seconds had left my wrist raw and reddened.
Even sick as he was, his strength was overwhelming. I could only imagine the terror he must have inspired on the battlefield. No wonder enemies fled at the mere mention of his name.
I pulled a small pill from my sleeve and offered it to him. When he didn't resist, I slipped it gently between his lips.
The pill melted instantly on his tongue, and surprise flickered across his features.
His expression eased—the harsh, guarded look softening into something less dangerous.
"The crystal pill," he murmured, studying me intently. "Who exactly are you?"
