Author's POV
Viya emerged from the bathroom, hair still damp and dripping slightly as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her mind was occupied, turning over the possibilities—what answer Caesar might give her if she asked.
Perhaps Luna Gloria was right. Perhaps she should at least ask him.
After all, she'd already braced herself for the worst possible outcome.
She lay back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as Caesar's words from the rooftop echoed in her memory. Her eyes burned, reddening at the edges.
After a long moment, she drew in a deep breath and finally made her decision.
She would ask him.
Once the Enforcement wrapped up their investigation and sent word, she'd return to New York. She'd ask him face to face.
The thought lifted something heavy fr
