Viya's POV
He was silent for a long moment, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned back in his chair.
"She's my grandmother."
The world tilted.
I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles going white. "Your—what?"
"My grandmother," he repeated, enunciating each syllable like I might not have heard him the first time. "Megan. My biological grandmother, to be precise. My father's mother."
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
The woman who'd been trying to set me up with her "wonderful grandson" who "needed a good woman in his life"—
Was talking about Caesar.
Heat flooded my face, embarrassment and shock warring for dominance. "She—you—" I couldn't form a complete sentence. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Caesar's jaw tigh
