Julian's arms caught me as I stumbled, his body tense against mine. The alcohol made my head swim, but my anger remained crystal clear.
"Let go," I said, pushing against his chest.
He released me reluctantly. "You shouldn't be out here alone in this state."
"I shouldn't be a lot of things," I retorted. "Widowed mother. Grieving parent. Forgotten mate. Yet here we are."
Julian's jaw tightened. "Aurelia, be reasonable."
"Reasonable?" I laughed, the sound sharp in the quiet garden. "Was it reasonable to parade Natalie around like she's already your Luna while I sit in the shadows?"
"I wasn't parading anyone."
"Oh, please." I swayed on my feet. "Everyone saw you escort her out like she was royalty. The perfect couple."
Julian ran a hand through his dark hair. "You're drunk. This isn't the time—"
"When is the time, Julian? When has there ever been a time for me or Rose?" My voice cracked on our daughter's name.
His amber eyes darkened. "Don't bring her into this."
