Lucius's POV
I watched as Viya fell asleep beside me in the car. She looked exhausted, her right hand nervously gripping the door handle, body pressed as far away from me as possible, as if she wanted to put a thousand miles between us.
It hadn't always been this way. For years, she'd been my faithful shadow, following me around with those bright, expressive eyes. When she married me, those same eyes seemed to light up with joy. She'd been noticeably happier then.
Obviously because her wishes had finally come true.
She had clearly liked me so much. And feelings that strong don't just disappear overnight, do they? She must just be angry with me still.
The thought eased some of the tightness in my chest, though my amber eyes never left her for even a second. I wanted to stay
