Hazel stared at him in stunned silence, feeling as though she were looking at a complete stranger.
"What did you just say?"
Julian realized his tone had crossed a line. He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice had softened.
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just too late, and Beatrice is here. If you want to visit him, we can go tomorrow. There's no need to rush over right this second, especially since you can't even give him the blood he needs. Going there tonight won't accomplish anything."
Hazel let out a bitter scoff, her eyes locked onto his with freezing contempt.
"Is it safe to assume that if something doesn't directly benefit you, you consider it entirely useless?"
Julian sighed, flashing a helpless, exasperated smile.
"I know you're too worked up to listen to reason right now, but please, just stay. I'll personally drive you there first thing in the morning."
"I am going tonight." Hazel turned on her heel to leave.
Julian grabbed her wrist, his grip much tighter than before, his face completely devoid of warmth. "Are you really going to make a scene tonight?"
Hazel looked back at him, her voice chillingly hollow. "I am not making a scene."
Julian let go of her hand, stepping back and raising both hands in a mock surrender. He nodded, letting out a laugh drenched in exhausted frustration.
"Fine, you're not making a scene. I just don't understand when you and Gideon became so inseparable. Last I checked, the two of you were constantly at each other's throats."
"Don't think I don't know exactly what you're trying to pull, Hazel. But Beatrice is here tonight, and you are going to stay and entertain her."
The rhythmic thud of a cane against the hardwood floor approached.
Turning around, they saw Beatrice step between them. The older woman reached out and gently patted Hazel's hand, her voice warm and affectionate.
"Go with your wife, Julian. Why do you need to sit here staring at an old woman? Go handle your business. As long as you come back tonight, there's no need to stay just for me."


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