"Julian?"
My stomach dropped the second his voice reached me.
What was he doing here?
How long had he been standing there? And worse how much had he seen?
After Lewis publicly stripped Julian of his rank at Hale Group, he'd vanished. His standing in the pack was gone. His scent had faded from gatherings like this. I thought he'd stay away from anything tied to Camilla. Or this house.
I forgot one thing.
This place used to be ours.
Julian and I had spent countless nights in this backyard. Sitting under the open sky. Sharing dreams we thought were unbreakable. Promises that meant nothing now.
Maybe he came here out of habit.
Or guilt.
Still why him? Why tonight?
I was crouched on the balcony, heart pounding, seconds from jumping down, when he bent and picked up the journal I'd dropped.
His fingers brushed the cover slowly.
Too slowly.
Like he already knew what it was.
His eyes lifted to mine. Sharp. Guarded. Alert.
"You were in Elena's room?" he asked.
