~Hunter's Pov~

I watch the ridiculous scene unfolding in front of me, arms crossed, patience wearing thin. 

The kid..Caesar....is sprawled out on the floor like a protestor staging a hunger strike. Celine kneels beside him, her hands shaky as she tries to lift him. He kicks, wriggles free, flops flat on his back again. 

I sigh. Loudly. 

"Caesar, get up." My voice is sharp, edged with the frustration I don't have time for. 

Nothing. No movement. Just two big blue eyes glaring up at ...