_Kaelen’s POV_
The table was quiet after everyone left.
I sat in my own club, in my own chair, with the cheque in front of me that Alaric had placed back on the table like it was something embarrassing, and I stared at it.
“You did it again.”
Shade’s voice came in flat and tired. Not angry. Just tired, which was somehow worse than angry.
“Every single time,” he said. “Every time there is a chance to do something right, you find the exact wrong thing to do instead. It’s almost impressive.”
“Not now,” I said.
“She was sitting there having a decent night,” he continued, ignoring me completely. “Not bothering you. Not causing problems. Just sitting in a club with her friends. And you decided to accuse her of cheating.”
“I didn’t—”
“You said she threw herself at him
