“When you tell this story, you can also say that the moment The Villain read that letter, the first person he wanted to tell was you. The first person—” He swallowed, struggling with the words. “The first person he wants to tell anything has always been you.” Her smile was big and bright and honest. Real. Trystan must have known, because he answered it with one of his own. So big and beautiful, his whole face changed into someone gentle, someone tenderhearted and open. And Evie made a simple vow to herself.
