Cas frowned as Iris seemed confused by his question. He could tell right away that there was something on her mind, but with Jay and Miles around, he didn’t dare ask her what it was. To his best guess, she was probably still dazed from the interrogation she’d gone through, and the drug that had been used on her was classified. Even though he trusted his friends, he couldn’t reveal its existence to them because it was a high-level military secret. Unfortunately, he had to draw boundaries in regard to what he could and could not talk to them about because of the repercussions that could happen if the truth serum was leaked to the public. It was one of Aspiria’s most potent weapons against their enemies, and it was most effectively used when a prisoner of war was unprepared to experience it. Though he was saddened and angry that the soldiers had forced Iris to endure it, he was still loyal enough to his country not to give away such detrimental information.
I’ll just have to try to talk to her alone later, he resolved, nodding wordlessly when she said that she was shocked. He wasn’t surprised by that at all. Yesterday, he’d told her that he was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe, but he hadn’t explained that he’d been planning to illegally break her out of the hospital. She’d had no time to process everything that had just happened. He was just glad that she’d been alert enough to go along with it, even though she hadn’t known what was going on the entire time.
“Cas told us you helped him when he was taken by the Scourge,” Miles said, pulling off his surgical mask and tossing it on the floor when Iris thanked them. “We had to help when he told us you’d been arrested. And besides,” a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he nudged her with his shoulder. “We couldn’t pass up the chance to meet the infamous Iris.”
Caspian blushed at his friend’s insinuation that he’d been talking about her a lot. Since he had only just gotten home the day before, it wouldn’t take much for anyone to put two and two together and realize that meant he’d told them about her long before he’d been abducted. He coughed awkwardly into his sleeve. “So how long do you think we should drive around before we go to Miles’ place?” he asked Jay, quick to change the subject. With nowhere else to harbor Iris, Miles had offered to let her stay at his house. His parents were especially wealthy and owned a mansion that was large enough to hide a fugitive without anyone knowing she was there.
“Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes?” Jay estimated, peering into his side mirror as he merged onto the highway. “I just want to take a few extra turns, so it isn’t obvious where we’re headed.”
“Okay,” the prince agreed, taking off the blue hairnet he’d put on at the hospital and making himself comfortable in his seat. One perk of sitting shotgun was that he had more room to stretch out his legs than he had in the back. He sighed softly as he extended his left leg, relaxing sore muscles as he recovered from the effort of running all the way from the hospital to the car.
In the back of the car, Miles, ever the social butterfly, had decided to make small talk with Iris. “So, you were part of the rebellion, right?” he asked her with intrigue, leaning into the side door and pulling one knee to his chest. Caring little about standard safety measures, he’d foregone wearing a seatbelt and preferred to sprawl out. “What was that like? And why’d you switch sides? Did you think the Scourge was terrible?”
I’ll just have to try to talk to her alone later, he resolved, nodding wordlessly when she said that she was shocked. He wasn’t surprised by that at all. Yesterday, he’d told her that he was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe, but he hadn’t explained that he’d been planning to illegally break her out of the hospital. She’d had no time to process everything that had just happened. He was just glad that she’d been alert enough to go along with it, even though she hadn’t known what was going on the entire time.
“Cas told us you helped him when he was taken by the Scourge,” Miles said, pulling off his surgical mask and tossing it on the floor when Iris thanked them. “We had to help when he told us you’d been arrested. And besides,” a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he nudged her with his shoulder. “We couldn’t pass up the chance to meet the infamous Iris.”
Caspian blushed at his friend’s insinuation that he’d been talking about her a lot. Since he had only just gotten home the day before, it wouldn’t take much for anyone to put two and two together and realize that meant he’d told them about her long before he’d been abducted. He coughed awkwardly into his sleeve. “So how long do you think we should drive around before we go to Miles’ place?” he asked Jay, quick to change the subject. With nowhere else to harbor Iris, Miles had offered to let her stay at his house. His parents were especially wealthy and owned a mansion that was large enough to hide a fugitive without anyone knowing she was there.
“Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes?” Jay estimated, peering into his side mirror as he merged onto the highway. “I just want to take a few extra turns, so it isn’t obvious where we’re headed.”
“Okay,” the prince agreed, taking off the blue hairnet he’d put on at the hospital and making himself comfortable in his seat. One perk of sitting shotgun was that he had more room to stretch out his legs than he had in the back. He sighed softly as he extended his left leg, relaxing sore muscles as he recovered from the effort of running all the way from the hospital to the car.
In the back of the car, Miles, ever the social butterfly, had decided to make small talk with Iris. “So, you were part of the rebellion, right?” he asked her with intrigue, leaning into the side door and pulling one knee to his chest. Caring little about standard safety measures, he’d foregone wearing a seatbelt and preferred to sprawl out. “What was that like? And why’d you switch sides? Did you think the Scourge was terrible?”