CAELLUM’S POV

The veins in my forehead bulged and I fought the urge to control the anger that simmered close to the surface.

“Your woman?” I nearly laughed, “Don’t be funny.” 

Alek was unmoved, standing with his hands shoved in his pockets. “Mila was mine. In every sense of the word. It’s a pity she didn’t know that and fell into your conniving arms.” 

I didn’t even remember the name of the woman he was yapping about, she was that insignificant. 

“Well, maybe you should take it up with her, and not me. I heard you took over the Bravta’s these days,” I tsked, “One would think with the responsibility...