Liam's POVEvelyn turned her head to look at me fully, the bitterness was hardening into something colder and stronger. A look that belonged to a survivor, not a victim. It was a look I recognized, maybe, in my own reflection. The look of a fighter.I smirked wider, looking down at her as if she were a fascinating, wounded creature I was observing. This can't be the same Evelyn. Evelyn was demanding, spoiled, and obsessed with looking perfect. This girl was hurt, yes, but her eyes held a deeper, more deep sense of betrayal. And that confusion; the lie I sensed beneath the surface, only fueled my immediate, relentless suspicion."What is it, Evelyn?" I asked again, my voice was low but firm. "Do you have something to say? Go ahead. Tell me what you really think."She hesitated, a look of fear replaced the bitterness. "I... I think," she stammered, pulling the sheets tighter around her, "I think you’re being a total jerk right now. And I think I’m sick of all of you fighting over my bod
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