Chapter 70: Will You Take Me Back?

“Roman, I think—” “Savannah, please give me a moment. I need to have a discussion with my brother.” The words were curt, clipped in a way that warned me not to argue. Roman’s hand closed tight around Reese’s arm, dragging him along as if Reese weighed nothing. His jaw was like a sharpened blade, and before I could blink they were already halfway across the ballroom. I stood frozen in place, nodding like an idiot even though he never turned to look back. Reese—cheeky, reckless Reese—was the only one who spared me a glance. He winked, as though this whole dramatic exit was just some kind of game. “Remember the name’s Reese!” he called loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear. “In case you meet the other Blackwoods!” Then they disappeared through the double doors, Roman’s broad shoulders cutting through the crowd. The other Blackwoods? So there were others? Strange. Just how many of them are there? The music swelled, violins battling with chatter, and yet I couldn’t stop staring at the e