Sylvia's POV
The house was pitch-black when I returned home.
Was Caesar not back yet? I instantly felt relief wash over me. Perfect—I still had no idea how I was going to face him anyway.
During my ride home, I'd been wrestling with the whole situation, but now it didn't matter. He simply wasn't home.
I flipped on the lights without hesitation, only to jump back in shock. Caesar was sitting on the sofa in the darkness.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?" I frowned, my hand still on the light switch.
Caesar didn't answer. His high, straight nose cast a small shadow across his face, his thin lips pressed together in a hard line. Anyone could see he wasn't in a good mood.
He stood and walked toward me, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable note of hurt. "You didn't res
