[Sirella's POV—Thorenvald Estate—Wedding Garden—After the Chaos]
SLAP—!!!
My head snapped violently to the side. Not because I resisted—but because I didn't. My skin burned, my ears rang… But I didn't lift a hand to defend myself.
Because the one who struck me… was Caelum.
My brother.
The angel.
The gentle one.
The one who never raised his voice.
And now—he looked at me like I was something worth killing.
"How—" his voice cracked into a snarl, "HOW COULD YOU?"
Tears burned in his eyes, not mine.
His hand shook.
His lips trembled.
But his rage? Absolutely.
"You… poisoned him," he whispered harshly. "You hurt my king." His voice rose, raw with betrayal—"My seraph king—and you harmed him!"
I forced myself to meet his gaze.
"I… had no choice," my whisper came out small. Broken. Ugly.
"No choice?" Caelum lunged at me—fists gripping my arms, yanking me closer until our foreheads nearly touched.
