Caesar's POV
In the harsh fluorescent lighting, I could see the marks on her arm where Lucius had grabbed her, already darkening to bruises.
Something primitive and possessive stirred in my chest at the sight. Olsen growled low in my mind, urging me to hunt Lucius down for daring to mark her skin.
"Are you all right?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
She nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Yes. Thank you for... intervening."
I wanted to reach out, to touch her face, to pull her into my arms and breathe in her scent.
To run my tongue over the pulse point at her throat and replace any lingering trace of Lucius with my own. Instead, I maintained a careful distance, knowing I had no right to such intimacies.
"What actually happened today?" I asked.
Viya sighed,
