Chapter 47: You've Always Been Mine, Savannah

The night air was cool, sharp, and smelled faintly of rain as I slipped away from the chaos of the rehearsal dinner. Laughter and clinking glasses dulled into nothing, replaced by the hush of the gardens and the slow throb of my pulse in my own ears. My hands trembled as I braced against the stone wall of the restaurant, bending forward to draw in a breath that didn’t want to come. I heard him before I saw him—the steady, unhurried rhythm of his steps—like he knew exactly where to find me. And he obviously did. My body instantly betrayed me, reacting to him. “Sav.” His voice slid over my skin, low and threaded with something dangerous. He stepped in close, his warmth brushing my back as his hand found me, palm firm but careful, steadying me. “You're not okay.” The area where his hand was resting, felt like it was on fire. My skin prickled with sudden heat. I nodded, but my voice escaped me. “I’m fine.” “You’re clearly not.” His gaze caught mine, holding me still. “Who was that guy?” “H