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Chapter 261: It Was Medicine Savannah The waiting was the worst part.Not the fear. Not the uncertainty. Not even the possibility that everything could go wrong in a single moment.It was the waiting.The waiting was that kind that stretched time until every second felt too long and even too cruel. The kind that forced you to sit inside your own thoughts with nowhere to run.Reese had left hours ago with the blood sample, insisting he was the fastest driver in the manor and that he was the only one we could trust with something this sensitive. We couldn’t let the General know. Not yet. Because if Reginald found out, he wouldn’t send the blood to a doctor.He’d send it to himself.And whatever was happening to Roman would disappear into a locked drawer, buried under loyalty and silence. So that's why Reese went alone. And I stayed.There was nothing else to do but sit. And think. And fear. And hope.The hours blurred together until I lost track of time. I didn’t leave Roman’s side. N

Chapter 263: He Saw UsSavannah River and I sat side by side on one of the stone benches bordering the rose garden with the light illuminating the manor casting long shadows across the manicured hedges. The roses were in full bloom—deep deep reds, soft blush pinks, creamy whites—and their scent hung thick in the air, sweet and almost intoxicating.It was beautiful. Too beautiful to belong here. The fragrance curled into my lungs, rich and overwhelming, and for a fleeting second I forgot where I was. I forgot about heart monitors and blood samples and needles piercing skin that should never have been touched.I couldn’t help but think of River’s bedroom—whatever it looked like since I had no idea. If Calder really picked fresh roses for her every single day, then her room must smell like this constantly—warm, floral, alive. The thought made something tight twist inside my chest.“You’re waiting for Reese to get back, aren’t you?” River said suddenly, digging into the already open ba

Chapter 265: The Next Level Savannah Sleep never came.I lay in the room with Roman all night, twisting beneath the sheets, my body restless even when exhaustion pressed heavy behind my eyes. Every time I closed them, I felt it—that crawling sensation along my spine, the certainty that someone was watching. Even without the camera, even after Reese and Ramsey had removed it, the feeling refused to leave. As though the walls remembered.As though eyes still lingered where lenses once were.River had whispered before midnight that she could find out the guard’s name through Calder. She said it with the same confidence she used when talking about her routines or the little things she’d observed over time. Still, the idea unsettled me. Calder Hudson was clearly loyal—maybe fanatically so—to Reginald. Loyalty like that wasn’t something you cracked open easily.But we didn’t have options.Reese had insisted we wait until morning. Calder manned the cameras overnight while Randall had din

Chapter 267: I Wasn't AskingSavannah I knocked once. Just once. Then I twisted the handle and walked into Reginald Blackwood’s office without waiting for permission. The room smelled faintly of old leather and something sharper—polish, maybe. This was the kind of space that existed not for comfort but for intimidation. Dark wood panels climbed the walls like spiders. Every object was placed with intention. Nothing here was accidental.Reginald sat at the head of the long table, posture relaxed, eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him as if my presence meant nothing at all. Like I hadn’t just been summoned. Like he hadn’t dragged me here with a single message and a knock.I cleared my throat.“You called for me, Reginald?”He didn’t answer right away. His fingers moved across the keyboard with a certain urgency, each click echoing far too loudly in the silence. Then, finally, he lifted his gaze.“Yes,” he said calmly. “Have a seat, Miss Hart.” He gestured to the chair oppo

Chapter 269: Love Him BetterSavannah 2 weeks later in Blackwood Manor(1 week since the start of therapy.) Two weeks had passed since I arrived at Blackwood Manor.One week since River and I started what we jokingly—and not so jokingly—called therapy.They say it’s the people closest to you who know you best. Family. Lovers. Partners. The ones who see you every day. For the longest time, I believed that was Roman. And in many ways, it still was.But lately… It felt like River was seeing parts of me I had spent a lifetime avoiding.Ever since our sessions began, truths had been surfacing—quietly, relentlessly. Not accusations. Not attacks. Just questions. Gentle ones. Harmless ones. The kind that slipped past your defenses and lodged themselves somewhere deep, forcing you to sit with them.It felt like I was finally seeing myself through Roman’s eyes. Raw. No filter. And it terrified me.Today, River sat on the bed, legs crossed, a notebook resting loosely in her lap though she barel