Noah’s POV
Evie stormed up the stairs, her frustration practically vibrating off her. I followed close behind, matching every step, unwilling to let her walk away from this.
Suddenly, she spun around.
Her lips were pushed into a pout, arms crossed tight over her chest like armor.
“What is your problem with Ben?” she demanded.
The question hit harder than I expected.
“I don’t have a problem with him,” I shot back. “Why would I?”
She bit the inside of her lip, eyes flashing. “Because it feels like you do. And I don’t get it—he’s a good guy!”
Something dark twisted in my chest.
“A good guy?” I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “A good guy who drags you out into the dark for secret meetings? A good guy who’s already trying to mess with your life before it’s even started?” My voice di
