His voice dropped to a whisper. “One day, we’ll say vows to stay together in life and death. But that doesn’t mean you get to use those words as a weapon.” Emily’s expression darkened. She placed the juice glass back on the table and walked past him. Lucas grabbed her arm, stopping her. She never ignored him. Even when angry, she’d always respond. But lately, she brushed him off like he meant nothing. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice low, unsettled. His chest was tight with frustration.