Sylvia’s POV
I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of the penthouse suite, my temples pounding with the aftermath of last night's whiskey. I pushed myself up against the silk sheets, pressing my fingers against my throbbing skull in a futile attempt to ease the pain.
"Finally awake, little wolf?"
That deep, rumbling voice sent unexpected shivers down my spine. I looked up and found myself caught in Caesar's intense silver gaze—eyes that somehow captured the entire night sky within them, powerful and all-knowing. My wolf stirred within me, recognizing something I wasn't ready to acknowledge.
Only then did I notice the steaming bowl in his large hands.
"Mmmm," I managed, my throat dry as sandpaper. "What's that?"
"Hangover remedy." Caesar settled beside me on the bed,
