#Chapter 118: Et Tu Iris?

Iris “He’s my brother,” I announce, my throat sore and raspy from the lingering effects of anaphylactic shock. “I’m the lost Willford heir. And I’m a werewolf.” The silence that follows my revelation is deafening. Arthur stares at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time—which, in a strange sort of way, I suppose he is. His face cycles through shock, confusion, and then something that makes my heart shatter: betrayal. “What?” The word comes out strangled. He looks between Caleb and me, searching for any sign that this is some kind of joke. But our faces remain deadly serious. “Arthur, please,” I say weakly, reaching for him despite the IV tugging at my arm. “Let me explain—” “Explain?” He takes a step back, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Explain how you’ve been lying to me this entire time? How you’ve been keeping secrets with him?” He gestures angrily at Caleb. “Arthur, it’s not her fault,” Caleb interjects, and I’m both surprised a