~CELINE’S POV~
The silence was overwhelming. Hunter showed many different emotions on his face before finally looking resigned but relieved.
"Yes," he said quietly. "Like I'm his father."
My heart stopped. He knew. Somehow, he'd figured it out.
"You remember," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Not everything. Not at first." His voice was steady but tinged with regret. “
I had some scattered memories from that night. I drank too much and then blacked out. But when I was around Caesar and saw his face and movements, pieces of the night started to come back.”
I sank onto the edge of the bed, my legs suddenly unable to support me. "When?"
"I suspected from the beginning. The timing, his age, those blue eyes that match mine exactly. But I wasn't completely sure until recently. The
