Viya's POV
"Come in," Caesar called out, his tone clipped.
The door opened, and Elizabeth stepped inside. Her usually composed expression was tight with something I couldn't quite read—urgency mixed with barely contained emotion.
"Elizabeth?" I blinked in surprise, pushing myself up slightly against the pillows. "What are you doing here so early? Is everything okay?"
Caesar's jaw tightened. "This better be important."
But Elizabeth's eyes were locked on me, and I saw something in them that made my breath catch—hope, desperation, and something that looked almost like relief.
"Viya," she said, her voice unusually soft as she moved closer to the bed. "I need to talk to you about something. It's... it's about your past."
My stomach twisted. "My past?"
She nodded, pull
