I've Had Practice

Chapter 260: I've Had Practice Savannah One thing I was grateful for—deeply, unexpectedly grateful for—was that I had learned my way around the most important parts of the manor. Not the grand halls meant to impress guests. Not the endless corridors filled with portraits of men who had been dead for decades. But the places that mattered. The dining room. The main living room. Reese’s bedroom. Alex’s bedroom. And yes, I was painfully aware of how improper that sounded. Still, familiarity was a kind of survival here. In a house this large, knowing where to run when something went wrong could mean the difference between help and helplessness. Right now, everything in me was screaming that something had gone very, very wrong. I stood frozen inside Roman’s room, my back pressed to the cool wall, my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that my fingers ached. The image burned behind my eyes no matter how hard I tried to blink it away. One of the men who had been with him in New Ho