The Temptation of Savannah O'neill
“She was a different woman this morning. Cold and hard, worse even than the prison warden. She was an ice queen, the warm vibrant woman who’d laughed and kissed with him last night miles underneath her frigid exterior.You did this, he told himself. Because you were so stupidly hell-bent on your own course you didn’t see the truth, just like you were with Jack and the buildings in St. Louis.Just like he always was.What is wrong with me? he wondered, staring blindly out the door. What is missing in me that I can’t see the pain I cause?That he’d hurt Savannah, adding her name to his list of people he’d managed to wound in his own blindness, was an ache in his chest.If he could pull off his skin, rip out his memories, he’d do it. He’d pay in his own blood for the hurt he’d caused everyone he touched.He wished he could change the last twenty-four hours.“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he whispered, knowing Savannah’s two guard dogs were hungry for his flesh.“Sure,” Juliette said, her sarcasm li...ke being raked over hot coals.MoreLess
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