Chapitre 58: RED FLOWER

Caspian woke up to the sound of fluttering air. 

His blonde hair flayed about as the wind brushed them to the side.

'Am I still falling?'

Caspian wondered. But then he felt something holding onto him, warm and firm. When he tilted his head upwards, his face suddenly contorted into something resembling disgust. 

"Um… why am I being held like a princess?"

He asked trying to avoid gazing at the godly features of the illborn Liam. 

"You were falling so I caught you."

Liam innocently replied with a sheepish grin. He didn't seem embarrassed by the situation. But Caspian was, terribly so. 

"I'd have preferred if you held me by the neck Damn it."

Caspian muttered a slight curse as he crossed his arm. He couldn't complain though. He would pick being in Liam's arms over getting splattered like a bug any day.