Chapter 72: He's Insane
I barked a humorless laugh. “You’re so pathetic, Dean.”
For the first time, something cracked in his face. His jaw flexed and his eyes narrowed, going darker, and sharper. The drunken fog evaporated in a blink, leaving behind something cold and dangerous.
“Careful, Savannah,” he hissed. His voice was no longer slurred. It was clear and sober. “You forget how much power I have.”
My body froze. This wasn’t drunken rambling anymore. This was a deliberate and calculated promise of harm.
The ballroom noise outside muffled to nothing, as if the door had swallowed the world whole. The bathroom had become a trap, a cage with nowhere to run.
The stalls were empty. There was nobody around to help me. And Dean would never give me back my phone so I can let Roman know wh
