Chapter 94

Sylvia's POV The next second the picture came back to me. A moment captured between him and Helena—heads bent close, her hand on his arm, both looking entirely too intimate. For a split second, I considered showing it to him, demanding answers. But what was the point? Even if nothing had happened, he'd allowed her to get that close. He entered her private space, into a private room, alone. And wasn't that betrayal enough? "It doesn't matter," I whispered, turning my face away from him. "It matters to me," he growled, gently but firmly turning my face back to his. His eyes had darkened to storm clouds, intense and focused solely on me. "Everything about you matters to me." His hand slid down to the belt of my robe, tugging it loose before I could protest. The soft material parted, exposing my naked skin to the cool air of the room. My nipples hardened instantly, and I bit back a gasp. "Caesar," I warned, but there was less conviction in my voice now. "Tell me you don't want this," he ch