Savannah
I lingered by the tree, pretending to admire the orchard, but my mind was racing. The apple in my hand felt cold and heavy, a distraction from the thoughts twisting in my head.
I hadn’t seen Xavier since last night. He hadn’t come to my room. I kept replaying the night in my mind, searching for anything off.
Gregory surely had something to do with it.
The bastard was always watching me with those smug eyes like he knew I didn’t belong here. I’d been avoiding him since the last time he cornered me.
I bent and dropped the apple in the basket at my feet when I heard the crunch of footsteps on dry grass. My stomach clenched.
Gregory’s voice reached me before his shadow did.
“Savannah,” he crooned. “You always did love apples. The simple things, hmm?”
I straightened slowly a
