5
SAVANNA
“Hey.” The low-pitched voice to my right startled me, and I slapped my back against the headboard.
Sitting straight up in bed, I looked around and had no idea where I was. The room was inky dark, and my chest dragged as I struggled to pull oxygen into my lungs. Waking up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe, had become par for the course since being stalked by Mathew.
Complete disorientation, not so much.
“It’s me. Dante. You’re safe.”
Now how the hell did this macho dude know the exact words I needed to hear?
“What do you say to a midnight snack?” I felt him get off of the mattress and heard him speak from further away. “I’m starving.”
I knew I should say something to explain myself, but I stayed mute as I followed Dante to his kitchen. What I did was horri
