Theo’s jaw clenched as he watched Wyatt hover around Savannah like a persistent fly. His fists itched to connect with the boy’s face, but he restrained himself—for now. The searing jealousy coursing through him wasn’t just about Wyatt. It was about Savannah. Ever since Theo had tasted the forbidden allure of her, she’d consumed his thoughts, driving his desire to a breaking point.
And now this boy, Wyatt, was always with her, sharing secrets, laughing at private jokes, and standing far too close. Theo couldn’t decide what irked him more: their easy camaraderie or the growing suspicion that Wyatt was complicit in Savannah’s schemes.
Theo’s mind churned as he replayed the information his sources had gathered. Savannah had been seen entering Joyce’s car, sneaking around as if she were a sea
