Author's POV
"Miranda!" Lucius snapped, his amber eyes flashing with cold intensity as he cut off her words. "What nonsense are you thinking? Viya and Caesar are foster father and daughter."
Years ago, Viya had chosen to marry him, willing to burn bridges with Caesar in the process. In her heart, the choice between him and Caesar had been crystal clear. Lucius naturally never suspected anything between her and Caesar.
Darren and the others frowned, looking toward Lucius. "Lucius, why don't you take her home first? She's ruining the mood."
Everyone knew the relationship between Caesar and little Viya.
Who was Miranda to speak ill of them—an outsider, a homewrecker?
"Fine," Lucius checked the time and, seeing it was still early, agreed and glanced at Miranda. "Let's go."
