Dennis's POV
"Savannah? Savannah, wake up! This is not the time for games!"
My voice cracked, betraying emotions I thought I had buried long ago. When was the last time my voice wavered like this? I cannot recall.
But it was not just my voice that betrayed me.
My hands trembled uncontrollably as I held her limp form, and I struggled to understand why. This was not the first woman to collapse before me. I had watched others die without so much as a flicker of concern. Just another casualty. Just another foolish girl who trusted a predator and paid the ultimate price.
So why was I cradling Savannah against my chest as if she were something precious?
Why could I not stop my body from shaking? Why did breathing feel impossible? Was I simply afraid that my revenge would die with her?
