On The Edge

Chapter 281: On The Edge Roman Randall. The name alone snapped whatever fragile restraint I had left. I pushed off the bed so fast the room tilted for a second. Pain shot across my chest, sharp and aching, but it barely registered. All I could see was my brother’s face in my mind. All I could hear was Savannah’s slip. He bought her a dress. For her. For my woman. How dare he? That creep. I know what his plan is. I took one step toward the door. Then another. “Roman—” Savannah moved quickly, placing herself between me and the exit. Her hands came up, palms pressing lightly against my chest as if she could physically hold me back. “Move,” I said. “Get out of my way, Sav.” My voice was low. Not loud. That dangerous quiet that came before something broke. She shook her head. “No.” I tried to step around her. She shifted with me. I reached for the handle. Her hand grabbed my wrist. “Roman, stop.” “Savannah,” I warned. “Step aside.” But she didn’t move. Her breathing had chan