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Except quadruple it.

Quintuple it.

And then times that by infinity.

That’s what I’m feeling now.

Pure rage, but not toward Savannah.

Toward anyone who might lay a finger on her.

Leif wants to know what I feel for Savannah.

I look him straight in his blue eyes. “I can only tell you this,” I say, my teeth clenched. “I would burn down the whole fucking state of Texas for her.”

22

SAVANNAH

“Hey guys,” I yell from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready.”

Falcon and Leif traipse in a few minutes later. They both look…angry.

I can feel the anger.

Its malevolence is so thick I feel like if I brandished a knife I could slice right through it.

But their anger’s not focused on each other, or on me or Kelly.

It’s something bigger than that.

“Hey.” Kelly slides her hand up Leif’s arm to his shoulder. “You okay?”

He nods. “We’re fine.”

“You sure?”

“We’re good, baby. Just doing some talking. Catching up.”

But Falcon doesn’t look good at all.

He looks… I’m not sure.

Then I know the exact word to describe his look at the moment.

Savage.

Leif and Kelly are married. Husband and wife.

What am I to Falcon? Can I go to him? Try to soothe him?

Does he even want me to?

I could say so many things.

He spent the last eight years behind bars, with no one to comfort him when he needed it.

Yet here I am. I’ve known him for less than ten days, and I’m living in his house.

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