Chapter 95: Do Not Give Me That!

Present Savannah It is done… The words echo inside me even though I never said them out loud. I told Roman everything. Not just fragments, not the carefully edited pieces I’ve been giving him these past week. No. I laid it bare, all of it, every ugly corner. Everything he overheard from Uncle Jace, everything I had sworn to bury deep and never unearth. The cat is finally out of the bag. What’s the worst that could happen now anyway? He recoils from me? Keeps me at arm’s length? Treats me like something broken, untouchable? Or worse—he tracks down Asher Kingston and puts a bullet between his eyes for what he did to me so many years ago. Roman sits on the couch, fists balled so tight his knuckles turn white. They rest against his knees like anchors. A thick vein pulses across his temple, standing out like it’s about to burst, showing his anger. His eyes are locked on the floor, but the fury radiating off him is enough to make the air thick, hot, and difficult to breathe. He looks enraged