Viya's POV
Princess, princess, princess.
What was wrong with him?
Every time Julian was within earshot, Caesar would call me "princess" like we were still family. It was infuriating. Did he think we could just go back to how things were?
When Caesar mentioned returning something from Darren Wilson, I swallowed my irritation and turned to Julian. "You should go ahead. I'll handle this."
Julian hesitated, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you sure? I can wait."
"It's fine," I assured him with a smile that felt forced. "We're practically family." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
Once Julian was safely out of sight, I turned to Caesar and extended my hand. "What is it?" I asked bluntly.
Caesar didn't even bother to look at me. Instead, he slid his hand into his poc
