Caesar's POV
That question.
Honestly? I couldn't really remember. Back then I'd had too many other things to worry about—survival, damage control, making sure my enemies couldn't smell weakness.
Pain had been irrelevant.
Just making it out alive had been enough.
At the time...
I'd only been grateful she wasn't in that car.
That she hadn't been beside me.
I reached out and pinched her cheek gently, forcing my mouth into something resembling a smirk. "Can't remember. Want to make it better?"
The words came out rougher than I intended. Deliberately provocative.
She blinked at me, clearly thrown.
She lifted those light brown eyes to mine. "...It's healed. How am I supposed to make it better now?"
"If you know that, why are you asking if it hurt?"
I didn
