His grip vanished instantly.
“f**k!” he gasped.
“Now you know how I feel,” I said, chest heaving.
He dropped to his knees with a strangled groan, clutching his groin in agony.
“Seems you've got plans to end my bloodline, Savannah!” He growled.
“If that’s what it takes to get my revenge, then I hope they fall off.”
“Jesus, Savannah…” He roared in pain, still holding his precious jewels.
For a second, I was scared and almost ran to him after seeing how much pain he was in.
But I stopped myself before I could take a step.
The sound he made—half snarl, half growl—sent another jolt of guilt through me... then I remembered: he deserved it.
He didn't tell the truth.
I relished the look of pain splashed across his face. How his face twisted in agony. How he hissed and cussed and
