Page 63 of Desert Heat

“Savvy!!!!” I bellowed, sounding like a wold howling in despair when he loses his mate. I fell to the ground, on my knees, raising a palm to fucking Dean Smith.

It was over.

He only won because she refused me.

That was the real defeat.

The men left, one by one. Leaving me to mourn alone in the icy frozen snow.

This place really was hell. Right here smack in the middle of the Devil’s Glen.

CHAPTER 17

“Areyou going to go out there?” Brandi stood to the right of the window her hand drawing a few inches of the drape aside.

I kept pacing right out of his line of sight, my nails now ragged and chewed as nerves churned throughout my body.

“What should I do?”

“Will they kill him?”

“No,” I replied, but I don’t know Dean that well. I gave him the bare minimum of tech story. But he knows enough to know something explosive went down between me and the Prez of the Royal Bastards who he’s now locked in a fistfight with.

“I don’t care what you say about Hunter, I mean River. That man is slaying for you. They’ve got him surrounded and he’s still screaming your name.”

I almost wavered as I caught sight of his bloody and bruising face. My hand turned the knob of the door when my name was ripped from his soul so loud it reverberated through the cabin room I was hiding in.

“I can’t.” My hand shook as I backed away from the door and sank down on the floor.

Brandi just looked at me with pity before flying past. “I’ll go.”

“Wait!”

With still shaky hands, I got up off the floor, grabbing the notebook left on the dresser with a pen. The previous guest here was writing music. Notes I couldn’t read filled the pages.

I flipped to the back, tearing off a blank piece.

Sorry.

I’m just not sure which version of Savannah I want to be.

“Here. Give this to him,” I choked on my own words. Her eyes filled with sympathy as she scanned my note. But she said nothing as she tore out the door.

I heard her yelling at the men to move out of her way. Curiosity my down fall, I made my way back to the window.

River knelt in the snow. Blood dripped from him.

Brandi was out there without a coat fussing over his wounds while screaming at The Devil’s Glen MC to get her a med kit. I almost smiled at my feisty blonde friend. Giants jumped at her commands. Just like Tank had.

I wanted to go to him. But to say what? Thanks for taking my V-card and heart while living under pseudonym?

I was still fucked up from the abduction, from all the lies, from finding out my father is missing and in MC life missing means good as dead.

I wanted to run to River. Let him wrap his arms around me and comfort me with whispered words of bullshit.

But I couldn’t.

Something snapped in me the other night. A part of me died and another born.

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