Chapter 7
“That’s it. That’s our Demon Uncle—hot on the outside, boiling lava on the inside.”
That comment hit me like a truck.
For one terrifying second, I swear I felt it—Hunter’s eyes weren’t just watching me, they were eating me alive. Slow. Intense. Like molten glass crawling under my skin.
I couldn’t take it. I dropped my gaze, heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
From across the room, Landon’s voice cut through the tension like ice water.
“Savvy,” he said, cold and sharp. “Who is it?”
Why the hell did he care?
If he and Logan were both in love with someone else, then me backing out of this insane engagement should’ve been a win for everyone.
So why did he need to know?
Aunt Grace’s eyes narrowed with concern. “Savannah… is someone bothering you?”
Her warning glance swept the room like a laser, daring anyone to breathe wrong.
I panicked. “No! No one’s bothering me, I swear.”
“I just… I can’t say. Because the person I like is… older. Way older. And definitely not someone I’m supposed to like.”
That last part was basically a scream in my head. I clenched my fists and threw the words out like ripping off a Band-Aid.
Then I slammed my eyes shut.
I didn’t want to see anyone’s face. Not the confusion. Not the judgment. Not—
“Oh my God!”
That sugar-sweet, overly theatrical voice made me want to throw up.
I opened my eyes.
There she was. Bailey White.
Looking like a damn Disney princess in a sundress, standing in the foyer like she’d just caught me confessing to arson.
She covered her mouth like she’d walked in on something scandalous, her big blue eyes wide with manufactured shock.
