“Life is not a kind storyteller. And I'm not meant to be a saviour.'

Jacks turned to go.

'You're wrong.' Evangeline reached out and grabbed his hand. Her grip wasn't as strong as she would have liked. Exhaustion was starting to take a deeper hold on her, but she held as tight as she could. She wanted to remind him that he'd held her as she'd cried, he'd carried her as she'd bled, he'd bandaged her wounds. But her head was growing so heavy, all she managed to say was. 'Tonight, you saved me.'

'No, I stopped you from dying. That's not the same thing.' Jacks pulled away and abruptly left.”