From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 461

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 461

Chapter 260: I’ve Had Practice

Savannah

One thing I was grateful for–deeply, unexpectedly grateful for–was that I had learned my way around the most important parts of the

manor.

Not the grand halls meant to impress guests.

Not the endless corridors filled with portraits of men who had been

dead for decades.

But the places that mattered.

The dining room. The main living room. Reese’s bedroom. Alex’s

bedroom.

And yes, I was painfully aware of how improper that sounded.

Still, familiarity was a kind of survival here. In a house this large, knowing where to run when something went wrong could mean the difference between help and helplessness.

1/8

Chapter 461

Right now, everything in me was screaming that something had gone

very, very wrong.

I stood frozen inside Roman’s room, my back pressed to the cool wall,

my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that my fingers ached. The

image burned behind my eyes no matter how hard I tried to blink it

away.

One of the men who had been with him in New Hope. The man who

had not gotten shot.

My heart hammered as I debated running straight to Reese’s bedroom

and bursting in without knocking. The thought of explaining this

face–to–face, of watching the shock register in his eyes in real time,

made my stomach twist.

Besides, I didn’t want to leave Roman alone here. I don’t know if he’d

come back again. Maybe to finish the job this time around..

So, I did the only thing my shaking hands would allow. I called him

and he picked up on the second ring.

“Savannah-”

“You need to come to Roman’s room. Now,” I said, not bothering to

keep my voice steady, “Please. It’s urgent.”

Chapter 461

There was a pause. Just a fraction of a second.

“I’m on my way.”

Reese was already halfway down the hall in less than a minute. He

stepped into the room, eyes immediately going to Roman’s still form.

“What happened?” he asked.

I didn’t ease him into it. I just told him everything about the scene I’d

walked into. About the door being half–open. About the guard

standing over Roman with a syringe in his hand. And about the

moment our eyes had met.

When I finished, my throat burned.

Reese stared at me for a long second, as if trying to reconstruct the

scene inside his own head.

“Hold on,” he said slowly. “You mean one of Roman’s guards was

injecting something into him?”

“Yes.”

“Why would he-”

9/8

Chapter 461

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

Then I remembered the pictures. With trembling fingers, I opened my

camera roll and thrust the phone toward him. “I took these.”

His brows drew together as he zoomed in on the image. The room fell

silent except for the faint, steady beep of the heart monitor.

His jaw tightened. “Are you sure this isn’t poison?”

The word hit me like ice water. Poison. For a second, I couldn’t

breathe. So I rushed to Roman’s side and bent, pressing my ear to his

chest, listening desperately for the sound of his heart.

There. Strong and steady.

I exhaled a shaky breath. “He’s still breathing,” I said. “His heart is

still beating.”

Reese nodded, but his face didn’t relax. “I’m calling my friend.”

“Is he perhaps a doctor?” I asked quickly.

“Yes,”

I wrapped my arms around myself as he dialed, suddenly cold from

4/8

Chapter 461

the inside out as questions spiraled in my head.

What was in that injection? How long had that guard been doing this?

Had he been working for Reginald all along? Or had someone else sent

him?

“Ben,” Reese said, and I snapped back to the present.

“Yes, it’s been a while. I need to ask you something.”

I watched his face carefully as he explained. “My brother is in a coma.

Someone was seen injecting him with something when no one was

around.”

A pause.

“No. I don’t have a name. But there’s a picture.”

Another pause.

“Switching to video now.”

He held out his hand to me. I placed my phone in it without a word.

He held his phone over my screen, angling it so the doctor could see

the image clearly.

5/8

Chapter 461

“Do you see it?” Reese asked. “Does it look familiar?”

The voice on the other end came through tinny but serious.

“I can think of several injections that look similar to this. Both

harmless and dangerous. But I can’t tell you which one it is from a

photo.”

“What do you need?” Reese asked.

“A blood sample. If it was injected into his bloodstream, I can run

tests and identify it.”

Reese’s grip tightened on the phone. “I’ll get it to you today.”

There was a faint chuckle from the speaker. “Does anyone there even

know how to draw blood without turning it into a mess?”

Reese didn’t hesitate. “I know just the right person.”

I frowned. Who?

Less than five minutes later, the door opened again. Alex walked in.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify