Caesar's POV
The meeting ended, and my eyes immediately found her.
Viya was curled up on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, chin resting on them. She looked small. Lost.
Completely unlike the composed, determined woman who'd faced down Miranda's cruelty and Lucius's pathetic excuses without flinching.
I didn't even think. I just moved.
Within seconds, I'd crossed the room and scooped her up, settling onto the couch with her in my lap before she could protest.
"What are you thinking about?" My voice came out rougher than I intended.
She startled, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck as I repositioned us. By the time she seemed to register what had happened, she was already straddling my thighs, our faces inches apart.
Intimate. Dangerously so.
But Vi
