Caesar's POV
Viya flinched—I caught it in my peripheral vision, her instinct to intervene already pulling her forward. "Caesar!"
I didn't stop.
My hand shot out, pushing her gently but firmly back toward my apartment as I grabbed Lucius by his collar and hauled him inside.
The door slammed shut behind us with a finality that echoed through my bones.
The second we were alone, my fist connected with his jaw.
Then his ribs.
Then his jaw again.
"I told you not to marry her, didn't I?" Each word came out with another blow. "I f*****g told you she deserved better!"
Lucius tried to fight back, landing a solid punch to my cheekbone that made my vision blur for a second. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.
Good. I deserved that and more.
"I didn't touch he
