Chapter Twenty-Five: Confessions in the Shadows
Isaiah's POV
As I walked from Savannah's room, the hallway felt longer than usual. My boots echoed softly against the hardwood, a steady rhythm in the otherwise silent corridor. I should've felt some sense of resolution after dinner—something to make the incessant pull toward her quiet down. Instead, I felt like I'd only stirred the pot, like every question I'd buried since she arrived had clawed its way back to the surface, demanding answers I didn't have.
She didn't know. That much was obvious. Savannah didn't have a clue about the mate bond, which made it both easier and harder to deal with. She wasn't intentionally doing anything to stir this chaos, yet she was doing everything. Every glance, every word, every damn breath she took se
