Viya's POV
The twenty-first floor.
My entire body trembled as I forced myself to stay calm, but the fear in my core wouldn't subside.
The truth was, I was terrified of Adrian.
No woman could experience what I had—a man bursting into the bathroom while I was showering as a teenager—without carrying psychological scars.
I was afraid, but I had no choice. This had happened too many times before, though this time Adrian had gotten smarter. He'd drugged me.
The sedative was still working through my system. I had to bite my tongue just to maintain consciousness.
"What if Caesar comes looking for you? You know his temper better than I do. Do you really think Grandmother Margaret can protect you?" I challenged.
I'd almost forgotten when Caesar and the old woman's relation
