Penelope POV
“You are the one who is the least innocent of all.”
My own voice rings out through the Moon Goddess Gala Hall. It sounds detached. It sounds like ice scraping over stone.
Julian flinches as if I just shoved a silver blade between his ribs. The look on his face is pathetic. His jaw drops open. His lips part. He wants to speak. He wants to drag up some grand excuse to save his pride in front of the entire pack council.
He says nothing.
The silence stretches between us. I watch his eyes widen. I watch the color drain from his tanned cheeks until he looks like a corpse in an expensive suit. He takes a single, heavy step backward. His polished leather shoe grinds into the marble floor with a sharp squeak.
I do not blink. I do not let him see a single flicker of anger. Anger i
