Savannah's POV
My head was banging as I made my way into the house, the dried-up tears sticking to my face and eyelids like a second skin, refusing to let go.
The blinding lights of the chandeliers flashed widely as I walked in, hands on my temple as I tried to massage the now-nagging headache.
"Look, who finally decided to return home?" I heard a male voice say, his voice so deep it almost sounded like rubble.
I turned back quickly to come face to face with the towering man, his blonde hair framing his face, lightly touselled around as though he had just rolled out of bed even though his crisp suit said otherwise.
It was not his small smirk, a look that almost seemed too permanently glued to his face that gave me the idea that I knew him.
It was those eyes. The very ones I could ha
