Chapter 85

Caesar's POV The sheets were a tangled mess when I shoved them off and sat upright, my entire body slick with sweat. My skin burned like it was on fire from the inside out, the fever twisting through me like wildfire. For a second, the room spun, my vision going in and out of focus. I blinked hard, gripping the edge of the mattress to steady myself. That’s when I heard it—soft movement, like someone shifting inside the walk-in closet. My heart kicked hard in my chest. Sylvia? I didn't think much about rushing out, full of hope and despair. I got out of bed and moved across the room barefoot, the cold hardwood floor grounding me just enough to keep me from losing it completely. She was there. Her silhouette, familiar and maddening and everything I needed, stood just inside the closet, half-turned away as if unsure whether to stay or bolt. Relief hit me so fast it was dizzying. My wolf practically howled with want. I didn’t wait. I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist,