Xavier
Watching Savannah made my throat tighten.
One moment, I wanted to break her for the deception and punish her for making a fool of me. The next, I was lost in a confusion that left me directionless.
Nothing would ever be the same. The present and the future felt like sand slipping through my fingers.
Sasha, though confined to a wheelchair, was brutal. She would crush Savannah without hesitation. And Savannah, for the most part, seemed harmless. She used her identical face and a wall of silence as her weapons, but she lacked the hard, cruel core that Sasha possessed.
Savannah stared at me, then looked away, only to glance back again. She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her nerves. That simple movement sent a raw need surging through me—a desire to close the distance between us, to pull her into my arms and kiss her until this pulsing, maddening want subsided.
Maybe just one more time. A dark thought stirred in my mind. One more time to feel the burn of the bond, and then I
