Author's POV
Lucius turned to look at Miranda. After years together, he believed he understood her well. His brow furrowed deeply as he observed her reaction.
Without allowing Miranda to speak, he abruptly grabbed her arm and pulled her from the room. Minutes later, he returned alone, his expression troubled.
"I'll make this right with Viya," he said tersely.
Caesar caught his meaning immediately and arched an eyebrow. "So you're going after the easy target? Typical."
Lucius was in no position to argue and softened his tone. "Caesar, please, for old time's sake. Don't make this into a public spectacle."
The charity auction had been attended by all of New York's elite. With Caesar making such a scene, everyone would soon know what had happened, and Miranda would become a
