How could I not know what Julian had done?
I was almost there when it happened. Close enough to feel it in the air, to sense the shift. I even knew the exact time. Some things don't need proof. Your instincts remember for you.
So when he reacted like that, I already had an answer ready.
"You and Camilla chose each other on Elena's bonding night," I said calmly. "You wanted the thrill. Let me guess… the bridal suite? On the new bed?"
Julian's face drained of color.
That night was supposed to stay buried. If Camilla hadn't gotten pregnant, the truth would've rotted quietly in the dark forever.
I didn't stop.
"Why are you so worked up?" I asked, my voice light, sharp around the edges. "It's normal, isn't it? Men chasing excitement. I get it."
His eyes narrowed, cold and dangerous. "And if it were your mate?" he asked. "What would you do then?"
"I'd break his legs."
The words came out clean. Steady. No pause.
I meant them.
