“What the hell is she doing wearing something like that?” Theo growled under his breath, his voice laced with frustration. His fists clenched at his sides as his eyes stayed fixed on Savannah. She was captivating, her dress leaving little to the imagination, and every movement she made seemed to draw all the attention in the room.
He was about to storm across the dance floor and claim her—damn the consequences—when the music started, and Wyatt appeared, taking her hand with an easy smile. Theo froze, his jaw tightening as the younger man led Savannah into a graceful dance.
Wyatt’s smirk deepened as he noticed Serrano’s darkening expression from the sidelines. Theo’s gaze flicked between them, immediately sensing an unspoken rivalry. There was something unsettlingly familiar about Wyatt,
