Emma’s POV:
Nora's face flushes. "Don't be crude—"
"Crude?" The laugh that escapes is manic. "I'm being crude? You stole my room. My clothes. My life. And I'm being crude?"
"I didn't steal anything." Nora's chin lifts. Defiant. "You were gone. Dead. Everything you left behind—it was just sitting there. Wasted. Someone had to—"
"Use it?" I finish. "Use my things? Use my fiancé?"
"He was never really yours." The words drop like stones. "If he was, he would have fought for you. Searched for you. Refused to accept that you were gone." She moves closer to Evan. Her hand slides into his. "But he didn't. He moved on. To me."
The truth of it crashes over me.
Lucian was right.
Lucian was right about everything.
Evan is weak. Pathetic. He never loved me. Never wanted to fight for me.
And I
