Caspian's eyes narrowed, the pale blue of his irises brightening with a warning flare. His jaw tightened, canines elongating just slightly behind his lips. "Vivienne. Watch yourself."
Ignoring him, I reached into my pocket and tossed the black velvet pouch onto his desk. It landed with a soft thud and spilled its contents across the dark wood. A pair of black stockings.
"Next time you sneak into my quarters," I said, my voice cold and level, "don't leave your things behind."
Scarlett's face turned crimson. The flush crawled from her cheeks down to her throat as she snatched the stockings from the desk, her fingers shaking. "Th-thank you, Ms. Shadowmere. I'll be more careful."
Before I could say another word, she bolted from the room. Her hurried footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, frantic and uneven.
The door swung shut behind her, and the silence that settled was suffocating.
Caspian and I were alone.