Ravena's POV
Evander didn’t move or blink. He just stood there, holding his cup in one hand like it weighed nothing.
“Did Lucien ever treat you badly, Ravena?” he asked again.
I swallowed hard, torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to scream. I felt too seen, like he had found out something I had worked so hard to bury.
“Why… why are you staring at me like that?” I whispered.
“You aren’t answering my question.”
“I don’t have to answer you.”
His eyes darkened. “You don’t. But you want to, don't you?”
I hated that he was right. I hated that my chest ached just hearing Lucien’s name from his lips. I hated that part of me still wanted to explain myself, like some wounded girl begging to be understood.
But most of all, I hated how easy it was for Evander to see right through me.
