Caesar's POV
The second Viya's knees buckled, I was there.
My arms caught her before she hit the ground, her body going completely limp against my chest. Her head lolled back, pale face slack, and something cold and vicious twisted in my gut.
"Viya." The words came out rougher than I intended. "Viya, look at me."
Nothing.
Her pulse fluttered weakly beneath my fingertips when I pressed them to her throat. Too fast. Too shallow.
Behind me, Miranda let out a breathless laugh. "Guess the truth was too much for her."
White-hot rage exploded through my veins.
Olsen surged forward, snarling inside my mind, demanding I shift right here and tear that woman's throat out. My canines lengthened, pressing against my lower lip, and my vision edged with gold.
"Marcus," I snar
