HE WAS ANGRY.   she wanted to reach out for him,   but knew it wasn’t a good idea.   ‘jules,   he didn’t know this was your art room.   he wouldn’t do this deliberately to upset you,   it was an accident.’  her attempt to calm him down had quite the opposite effect.  his breathing was heavy,  fists clenched.   ‘jules, please   —–   why are you acting like this??’   he practically screams it out,   all the rage bundled up inside finally unleashed.   he was jealous.   he was jealous of daniel  & their relationship.  tell him it isn’t true,   tell him you’re just friends,  the voice inside of her head shouted  —–  tell him & this will all be over.   nothing came out,   emma just stared into his sharp icy hues.  she couldn’t tell him that,   because it wasn’t true.  emma,  what about us?  the desperation in his voice killed her,  she could feel her heart breaking into two.   ‘jules,  we can’t be together.  you know that.  the curse...’  before she could get anymore words out,  he had her pinned against the wall.  i don’t care about the stupid curse !!  he shouted.   emma tensed all over,  this wasn’t her jules.  this anger towards her,   julian would never.  ‘julian,  stop it.’  suddenly,   his fist collided with the wall right next to her face.   emma flinched before screaming his name.   this wasn’t him,   by the angel,   what was happening to her parabatai??    was the curse already effecting him?