Chapter 211: The Circle

Roman I saw Savannah’s expression shift the moment Paula opened her mouth and let that confession fall like a stone in a quiet lake. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t shock. It wasn’t even disgust. She looked… proud. Happy, even. There was the faintest curl of satisfaction on her lips—small, almost invisible, but still there. And I didn’t want to question her over it. Hell, if anything, I was intrigued. Because Savannah probably only smiles like that when justice is served in a court of law… or when karma finally remembers someone’s address. But it still confused me. Why did she look satisfied hearing that her sister’s child had suffered the same fate as hers did… but didn’t look half as relieved when I killed her rapist? Strange. But I’d take this version of her—cold, sharp, grounded—over the spiraling version any day. Chloe scoffed loudly, snapping my focus to her. “Oh, please,” she said with a dramatic eye-roll. “Don’t make it sound like something important. It’s not like I even wanted that