Savannah
The rain tapped lightly against the mansion's glass windows. The sound should have felt calming, but it only made the storm inside me louder. My head was a mess, thoughts piling over one another until I couldn’t even tell what I was feeling anymore.
I stared ahead, unfocused, trying to make sense of the image that kept flashing through my mind. Xavier’s tattoo. The one on his back. I’d seen it earlier, and something about it had hooked itself deep into me, refusing to let go. It reminded me too much of something I never wanted to remember. The tattoo on the stranger’s back — the man who had taken everything from me that night.
I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe it wasn’t the same. Maybe it only looked familiar because my memory was fractured. I hadn’t been in an
