Savannah's POV
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Savannah?"
Jonathan's voice cut through the tension like a blade. His Adam's apple bobbed once, and I found myself staring at it with an almost violent fascination. Part of me wanted to press my fingers against that vulnerable spot until he gasped for air, until those steel-gray eyes of his filled with tears. The thought of seeing him beg sent my pulse racing so hard it drowned out our ragged breathing.
"I just saved your worthless life. Is this how you show gratitude?"
"I never asked you to save me."
A harsh laugh escaped my throat. His hands clamped down on my wrists like iron shackles, cutting off circulation until I could feel the blood pooling beneath his grip. Purple bruises would bloom there by morning.
