What Savannah said made sense. Why would she have even bought the house if she had known about the curse all along? No one would choose this life for themselves. Maybe I had flown off the handle, just a bit.

Okay, more than a bit. I groaned, running a hand through my hair. Her perfect features shattered when I accused her, all because of my harsh words. What were the chances of her forgiving me? She probably hated me now. It was my own damn fault. I had given her all I had to give, and maybe it wasn’t enough.

Except, there was one part of me I hadn’t given her yet. And maybe, just maybe, if I offered it to her, she would forget all of my flaws. Or at least ignore them for long enough to realize there were some good parts to me, too. Parts of me I shared with the house, and never dared show Hannah. But Savannah…Savannah, I trusted.

I sprang to my feet, feeling better than I had all day. I wasn’t even worried about the what ifs when she discovered where I spent my days. All I was worried about was darling Savannah, and making sure I didn’t lose her. With my shirt straightened and my hair pushed off my face, I set out to find her.

Savannah was in her bedroom, sitting up against her headboard, watching the snow fall. Her hair was in a loose braid, secured with a tidy ribbon I’d found in the same closet as the dress I had given her. She had been so upset when her last hair tie had snapped. Seeing her wearing it now, even when I had been so horrid to her, made my heart beat like crazy. I knocked on her open door, and she turned to face me. Even with absolute hurt in her eyes, she was still stunning.

But I was here for a reason, and I needed to make amends. “Hi. Can we talk?”

She nodded, patting the space on the bed next to her. As much as I wanted to crawl into bed with her, I knew I’d be tempted, and sex was not going to help us solve our problems. I shook my head. “Actually, I was hoping you’d come with me for a minute.”

Savannah’s eyes widened. “Where are we going? I thought you didn’t trust me.”

“I do trust you. I trust you with my whole heart, darling.” I took a step forward, and then another, until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I rested my hand on her shin, resisting the urge to slide higher. “I have a lot of things I’m still working through, even a hundred years later. None of them have anything to do with you, and I shouldn’t be taking them out on you. Please, give me a chance to make things right.”