Savannah's POV
"It's not such a serious matter, just please don't leave me alone with him, okay?"
Jonathan's touch burned against my skin like a cruel reminder of what we used to be. His fingers traced my cheekbone while those violet eyes grew tender, threatening to make me cry.
How dare he act like he cared about me after treating me like fragile china for five long years. Bastard.
Against every instinct screaming at me to pull away, my body betrayed me. I pressed my face into his palm, breathing in the metallic scent of blood mixed with his raw pheromones. For one foolish moment, I let myself drown in the sweetness before he shattered it completely.
"Did anything occur that might jeopardize the ceremony?"
The calculated coldness lurking beneath his gentle tone hit me like ice water. I jerked away from his touch, blinking back the stupid tears that had gathered in my eyes.
