~HUNTER’S POV~
Caesar had an uncanny ability to dismantle my perfectly structured life.
The constant talking. The endless questions. The way he looked at me with those too-familiar blue eyes—like he expected something from me.
And the worst part? I let him.
I told myself it was because he was just a child. That it was easier to give in sometimes. That none of it actually *meant* anything.
But that didn’t explain why I was already halfway out of my chair the second I heard his voice echo through the halls.
*"I want a bedtime story!"*
Loud. Unapologetic. Determined.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Relentless.
"No, Caesar," Celine’s voice answered, strained with exhaustion. "I told you, I’m busy."
That should have been the end of it. But then—
A wail. Loud. Sharp.
