The studio was as dark as a cave. Caspian hadn't turned on the lights since he got home, and the only glow came from the moon hitting the glass. He stood by the drafting table, his shadow long and sharp against the floor."Come here, Sera," he said. His voice was low, like a secret.I walked toward him, my bare feet silent on the wood. "I did the renders. Like you asked.""I don't care about the renders right now," he said. He reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me into the small circle of light. "My mother thinks she can manage you. She thinks she can put you in a box and keep the lid shut.""She’s trying," I said. "She made me feel like a mistake.""You aren't a mistake," he whispered. He ran his hand up my arm, but his fingers were shaking. "But you are a problem. You’re a problem that I can’t stop thinking about. And because I can't stop, we have to change the way this works.""More rules?" I asked."New rules," he said. He sat on the edge of the table and pulled me between
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