**Caelum's POV**
"I refuse to do such a thing," I snarled, fury coursing through my voice, but Julian simply watched me as though I spoke in tongues.
"Let's cut through the bullshit," Julian exhaled heavily. "We both know what'll happen if I hadn't approached you first to spell out the situation, even though you're well aware that everything was just in your damn head."
Julian was referring to my worst suspicions about what he'd done, or what they'd been up to during their outing.
"Fine. Get out. I need to speak with her."
Julian shot me a wary glance. He wasn't buying that I wouldn't pull something reckless, especially after my last stunt, but what choice did he have? He couldn't exactly bar me from seeing my own mate.
"Don't be an ass, Caelum. We both acknowledged there's more to this story." We had agreed on that point, though Cedric remained another matter entirely—the royal beta still viewed Lyra as trouble.
The reminder didn't sit well with me. "I know what I'm doing."
