Savannah's POV
The sound of Dennis's voice cut through the air like a blade, sending ice through my veins.
"Are you having fun without your husband, darling?"
Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I forced myself to remain still. My body betrayed me with a slight flinch, and I knew Dennis caught it from the way his lips curved into that predatory smile.
His emerald eyes flickered between rage and twisted pleasure, the combination making my skin crawl. The arrogant tilt of his head and the way his nostrils flared told me he was savoring this moment of control.
I cleared my throat to mask my shock, pulling Mateo closer against my chest. The little boy had sensed Dennis's presence before he'd even spoken, his small frame trembling as he clutched my shirt collar with desperate fingers. His whispered prayers broke my heart as I rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"Can't a mother spend time with her son?" I managed, forcing lightness into my voice.
