Caesar's POV
When she mentioned the grandmother's story, I was almost certain I knew exactly who she was talking about. Yet I didn't understand why Viya had told my grandmother she was divorced. For now, I decided not to expose her little fabrication.
I raised an eyebrow slightly. "So what do you think? Would his girlfriend want to mate with him?"
"Me?" She looked startled. "I'm hardly his girlfriend. What does my opinion matter?"
"But if you were?" I held her gaze, feeling heat building within me as I waited for her answer.
She considered it for a few seconds, her delicate features thoughtful. "If I had to answer... I'd probably say yes."
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "So you've only heard about him from this elderly woman, yet you already think he's a good
