SAVINA'S POV
Misha’s story left mixed feelings of realization and grief in me.
Watching Heath look down on the pages of a magazine, I descended the stairs, a nauseous feeling climbing up my gut.
He’d gone through pain - one maddening enough to make him kill his very own brother. And from the looks of it, two years hadn’t been enough to heal him.
It was evident in everything he did, like his intense glare, menacing smile, and even his instant and gruesome punishments. Indeed, he was a man with a dark past.
Heath was already seated at the head of the table. Unlike other times, his food was untouched. Someone was beginning to grasp the concept of courtesy.
“It’s about time,” he grumbled, finally staring up from the pages at me.
I saw a bewildered look in his eyes, but it was gone as q
