Viya's POV
Panic shot through me like ice water. I shoved Caesar away with both hands, my heart hammering against my ribcage. Oh God. Oh God, no.
My fingers trembled as I frantically smoothed down my dress, trying to erase any evidence of what we'd just been doing. The fabric felt too tight, too revealing. Could Lucius tell? Could he see the flush on my cheeks, the swollen state of my lips?
I took a shaky breath, forcing my expression into something resembling composure before nodding at Caesar to lower the window.
The glass slid down with an electronic hum that seemed deafening in the charged silence.
"Lucius." My voice came out steadier than I felt, though my pulse was still racing.
His amber-brown eyes flickered between Caesar and me, surprise etched across his arist
