Once Rejected, Now Desired
Savannah was seated on one of the cane chairs at the porch, dipping daintily from her cup of tea as she flipped through a glossy magazine.
She raised her head as soon as I stepped out of the car, a frown on her face as I stepped down from my car and when she saw the suited men in black, stepping down with their armor intact, she dropped the magazine and hurried down the porch steps.
"What are you doing here, Asher?!" She snapped, anger creeping into her face. Haven't you done enough? What the hell are you doing here, huh? "You even came with soldiers?! Have you not caused enough problems for us? You still have the nerve to humiliate us in this manner?"