From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 459

Chapter 259: Run, Savannah

One Week Later

The beep of the monitor no longer bothered me. It no longer scared

1. me. No longer pulled me out of half–sleep. No longer made my heart

jolt with fear the way it had the first few days.

I had gotten used to it. Totally.

The steady rhythm of it had become background noise now, like the

ticking of a clock in a room you’d been trapped in for too long.

It had been a week. One full week since we arrived at Blackwood

Manor. And honestly, nothing had changed. At least, not much.

Roman was still unconscious. He was still not moving. He was still

silent. And I was still here, hoping and praying and practically

begging for a change. Anything. Even if it’s the twitch of a finger.

These days, I spend every single hour with him. Literally every hour. I

only left his side to have breakfast and dinner, and even then, I ate

like I was being timed, sprinting back here afterward like demons and

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the gates of hell were chasing me. And maybe they were.

In the form of Ryan and Randall.

There was a great difference between fear and dread–I knew that

now because of them–just like there was a great difference between

Ryan and Randall. Even the way I felt about both of them.

With Ryan, I knew it was fear. Pure, simple fear.

After that night outside the dining room, I’d learned my lesson. He

had made it painfully clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.

Roman be damned. And even a stupid person would know better than

to provoke someone like that.

So I stayed out of Ryan’s way. I kept my head down. I kept my mouth

shut. And my steps careful.

But Randall… Randall was different.

With Randall, it wasn’t fear. It was something deeper. Something

twisted. I didn’t feel safe around that man.

And in my opinion, he was worse than Ryan.

I would rather be locked in a room alone with Ryan than be in a

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crowded hall with Randall. That’s because Ryan was predictable and

Randall wasn’t.

He gave me goosebumps–the bad kind. The kind that crawled over

your skin when you knew you were being watched.

And the way he looked at me? It was not like a man looking at his

brother’s woman. It was much filthier, like a predator studying his

prey.

Almost like he could see straight through my clothes, through my

skin, through every fragile layer of protection I had left.

Every time his gaze lingered too long, my heart sped up, my palms grew damp, and something in my gut whispered one word.

Run, Savannah.

I shifted slightly on Roman’s bed, staring at the ceiling before slowly

turning my head toward him.

His face was peaceful. So beautiful.

And for a second, I was taken back to the past. He wasn’t in a coma,

he was simply sleeping. And he would open his eyes any second and

complain about the light.

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I smiled at the thought. Then I reached out and brushed my fingers

gently against his hand.

“Please,” I whispered. “Wake up. Wake up, Roman.” My voice broke.

So we can get out of here.”

The words echoed uselessly in the quiet room. There was no

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