Eve’s throat tightened, tears threatening now, but she forced them down because she refused to give Steven the satisfaction of breaking her in front of everyone.
Steven stared at her, his face tightening in a way that looked like pain trying to escape and being shoved back down.
For a second, one brief, aching second, he looked like a man who wanted to say something else.
Something softer.
Something true.
But Steven Reynolds didn’t know how to live in softness.
He only knew how to rule in anger.
His jaw clenched. His eyes burned. “You’ll regret this.”
Eve’s breath caught. “Regret what?”
Steven’s voice was low, wounded and sharp. “Turning your back on the only person who ever fought for you.”
Camila’s voice cut in, quiet but firm. “We fought for her too.”
Steven’s gaze snapped to
