Emma's POV:
The silence after Caleb's words is deafening.
I can't stop staring at him. At the casual cruelty in his eyes.
'He really thinks—he actually believes—'
My thoughts fracture. Break apart.
"Sister."
Nora's voice. Soft. Sweet. Poisonous.
She steps forward. Her hand reaches for mine.
I pull back. She lets her hand fall.
"Emma." Her expression is gentle. Sympathetic. "I know you're scared. Confused. But—" She glances at Lucian. "Look at what he's done for you."
"Done for me?" The words taste like bile.
"Yes." Nora's voice is earnest. Convincing. "He brought an army. Fifty warriors. All for you. All to get you back." She pauses. Lets it sink in. "Isn't that love? Isn't that proof he cares?"
The words hit like stones.
'She thinks—she actually thinks this is romantic. That
