Chapter Fifty Six

Sabrina’s POV:

The door to my hostel room was locked, and the thin walls made every creak in the hallway echo. My heart beat frantically like a drum, as Caspian’s words repeated in my head—You're not telling me everything, sis. His watchful gray eyes had been like needles, pushing my disguise away, and now the mask was gone. I paced around the stuffy room, my boots sticking as they touched the dingy carpet, and my hands shaking as I clutched my phone. The smug satisfaction of leaking all of Rosa’s journals to the police, what I wanted all along, was gone now, replaced by a growing fear. Caspian was wise, and if he got his hands on the evidence—of my fake papers, of my connections to Julian, of my involvement in Gideon's attack, I’d lose everything. My brother, my pack, and my chance with Damien.

I caught my breath, glancing out the window, half hoping to see Caspian’s shadow striding across the quad outside. I had always been the clever one, making up lies as if they were easy, but hi