Chapter 189: A Badass Team

Roman Before now, there were certain conversations I used to avoid with Savannah—topics I tiptoed around, things I buried deep because I knew how ugly they could get once they reached her ears. I’d imagine her reaction, imagine the explosion, imagine the storm gathering in her eyes… and I’d decide it was better to just hold it all in. Savannah was many things, but predictable was not one of them. And angry Savannah? God help whoever summoned that version. She had fire, teeth, claws. She could tear a man’s sanity apart with nothing but her voice and her rage. So I kept things from her. Out of fear. Out of exhaustion. Out of self-preservation. But something’s changing. In her. In me. In us. Lately I’ve found myself telling her things I would’ve swallowed in the past. And she listens—quietly, fully, present. I don’t know if I’ve learned how to soften the blow and gently ease her into these topics… or if she’s finally learned how to keep her emotions contained instead of detonating on impa