EVELYN'S POV
"Caleb?" I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.
His jaw tightened as his eyes scanned me, sweeping over my body with the kind of scrutiny that made my skin prickle. He wasn’t just looking at me… he was assessing, searching for wounds,
"Did you really think I was going to let you leave?" His voice was low, controlled, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Possession. Authority.
Realization crashed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
"You knew," I murmured, my voice sharper this time. "You wanted me to see it for myself, to see that they… you… were real." My hands clenched into fists at my sides.
“That was why you let me go,” I scoffed shaking my head. “That's messed up Caleb.”
“That was the only way I could get you to understand.” He ret
