Viya's POV
I froze.
My body went still in his lap, and I tilted my head back to really look at him, eyes already burning with unshed tears. My voice came out flat, almost childlike.
"I'm me... and that's enough?"
For weeks I'd been spiraling around one question: Who am I? Was I really Viya Lockwood? Were my parents dead, or had they abandoned me? Some lost daughter, stolen and replaced? Round and round it went—but I'd never considered that maybe the question itself didn't matter.
Caesar's expression softened, his usual guardedness falling away.
"Yes," he said, certain. "For me, it's enough. And for anyone who actually matters, this doesn't change a damn thing."
His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing beneath my eye. "Baby, what happened?"
*I'm me, and that's enoug
