Chapter Thirty-Eight

Corbin

Savannah’s eyes catch my hand drifting toward my pocket and back again, and I feel the shift in her before she even speaks.

It’s small, but I know her now. I know the exact way her shoulders go a little too still, like her body’s bracing for impact. I know the way her gaze goes sharper, not suspicious in a petty way, but scared in that deep, learned way, like she’s trying to spot danger bef