Iris
The flowers in Arthur’s hands seem to wilt in his tight grip as he stands frozen in the doorway, his eyes darting between Caleb and me. My stomach twists at the sight of his jaw clenching. He’s jealous.
“What the hell are you doing with my mate, Caleb?” Arthur’s voice is hardly more than a growl.
“Arthur—” I start, but Caleb cuts me off.
“Sit down, Arthur,” Caleb says calmly, gesturing to the empty chair beside us. “And get over yourself. I was just giving Iris an etiquette lesson so she stops humiliating herself in public.”
My mouth drops open. I’ve never heard anyone speak to Arthur like that—not even his parents. Arthur’s eyes flash red again, and for a moment I’m afraid he might shift right here in my apartment.
“Why?” Arthur asks, his voice low and dangero
