Caesar's POV
The memory of that goddamn food container was still burning a hole in my chest.
Lucius Wilde, standing in Viya's doorway like he had any right to be there. Delivering breakfast made by his family's housekeeper.
Playing the concerned... what? Ex-husband? Baby daddy? Both?
Fucking audacity.
I'd wanted to slam the door in his face. Better yet, slam his face into the door. Watch that carefully cultivated gentleman mask crack and bleed.
But Viya had been in the bathroom, just down the hall, and I'd made a promise to myself. No more scaring her. No more showing her the violent, possessive thing that lived under my skin.
Even if every instinct I had was screaming at me to mark my territory. To make it crystal clear that she was mine now.
That Lucius Wilde ha
