DMITRI POV
I grabbed Caleb's shoulders as he tried to lunge at Lily.
"Let me go!" he growled, his eyes wild with hurt and anger. "She's not who we thought she was!"
"Caleb, stop," I ordered, using the vampire authority I rarely showed. "Whatever you think you saw in there, you need to calm down and think clearly."
"Think clearly?" He laughed bitterly. "I saw everything, Dmitri. Every lifetime. Every move she made. Every time she picked herself over Luna."
Lily's face went white. "What are you talking about? I would never—"
"Wouldn't you?" Caleb spun to face her, his look full of pain. "In 1847, when Luna was dying of fever, you had the medicine that could save her. But you kept it for yourself because you were scared of getting sick."
"That's not—" Lily started.
"In 1623, when Luna was accused of witchcraft, you could have spoken up for her. You knew she was innocent. But you stayed quiet because you didn't want to be accused too."
