Chapter 118 The Ghost They Wouldn't Let Me See

Savannah’s POV I didn’t expect the day to turn on me. I woke up with the kind of confidence only the death of a giant can inspire—the strange, floating calm that follows a long, carefully drawn-out storm. The world outside my windows was quiet, polished, expectant, and for once, it felt like everything was right where I had placed it. Richard Kensington was dead. And that meant everything I had been waiting for—everything Brandon and I had worked to force into motion—was about to fall into place.