CHAPTER 59 ROHAN
ROHAN
The kitten stared at Rohan, the way she’d been staring at him for the better part of a day—though to be fair, she’d also bitten him.
Twice. And Rohan hadn’t even managed to dump her in a gutter.
Try as he might, he couldn’t flip the switch.
He’d always been able to, since the day he’d come to the Devil’s Mercy. Since the day he’d—
“You’re still here.” Savannah entered the plane the way the duchess and the Proprietor had: through the cockpit. “I don’t know whether that’s more convenient or pathetic.”
You came back. It had been seventeen hours since Rohan had zipped up Savannah’s smoky-gray ballgown and set her loose on the Mercy.
Ten hours since Zella had informed Rohan that she’d told Savannah exactly what it meant to become the Proprietor.
Brady had stalked off shortly thereafter, and Rohan had let him.
Rohan had let Brady go, and he had stayed right where he was, trying and failing to flip the switch. You came back.
“Quit looking at me like that.” Savannah made no move to come any closer to him.
“Like what?”
“Like I will ever tolerate you calling me love again.” Savannah’s voice was nothing but control. “Like I will ever touch you or let you touch me again. Like I’m some kind of angel and not a person who will gladly rip your throat out if you so much as say a word to me right now—or ever again.”
Savannah strode toward Rohan, a true winter girl with ice in her veins. She threw something down on the table in front of him.
You’re here, Rohan thought, but he heeded her warning and did not say the words out loud.
“I came back,” Savannah informed him, “for the cat.” She looked down at him. “And to give you this.” She nodded to the bag she’d just thrown on the table. From within it, Rohan withdrew the gray ballgown, which she’d shredded, and four other objects, one after another:
A brush.
A knife.
A glass rose.
And an account statement. The amount in that account was eye-watering. It was more than Rohan needed. Millions more.
“I have a trust fund.” Savannah preempted any questions. “Or rather, I did. I would have been back sooner, but my mother is the current trustee, and she took some convincing, and even then, lawyers were necessary. I was told the transfer could take up to three days to clear.”
She was giving him her trust?
Rohan had come into the Grandest Game with plans upon plans, ready to do whatever was necessary to acquire the money he needed. And Savannah Grayson had just handed him victory. She’d handed him the Mercy…
And a shredded ballgown.
And a hairbrush.
And a knife.
And a glass rose, just waiting to be shattered.
“I hope you’re happy, Rohan.” Savannah took the kitten from his lap without so much as brushing against him. “I hope that throne of yours is everything you dreamed it would be. And I sure as hell hope you know better than to ever dream of me.”