Chapter Twelve: The Cry
Savannah POV:
I can still feel their eyes on me. Isaiah and Josiah Stark—identical in appearance, but something about them is different. They didn’t say much, but it was enough. That moment felt heavy, like they were holding back a storm, their silence more telling than words. What the hell was that about?
Their presence was overwhelming—not just because of how massive and intimidating they are, but because something about them felt familiar, like a shadow I can’t quite see. And the way they looked at me... like they knew something I didn’t. It’s unsettling as f**k.
I shiver, rubbing my arms to shake off the weird feeling. It clings to me, heavy and uncomfortable, like I walked into the middle of something I wasn’t supposed to. What the hell is going on? The
