Hate to love

Chapter 30

Savannah's POV

I ran over and hugged Devon.

I'd never felt this safe with anyone.

But as I hugged him and his scent filled my nostrils, I relaxed immediately.

I raised my eyes up to meet him and he stroked my hair behind my ear.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded.

Then I remembered.

"Dev, how's Jasmine, where is she? Is she okay?" I wanted to see her.

I grabbed this hoodie tightly.

"Is she okay? Does she hate me now?"

He smirked. "Its okay. Jasmine would be better in time for the dance in two days time."

The relief that washed over me, couldn't be rivaled by any other feeling.

"Who did that to her?"

"The police haven't questioned her yet. We have no idea."

"Did they torture her."

He hesitated and gently played with my locks.

"She was hurt but she is alive."

"How hurt?"

"Promise me you wouldn't cry, or blame yourself for it."

I was scared but I nodded.

"She was whipped and stabbed."

My breathing became heavier but I couldn't cry

I had promised.

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. She is perfectly fine."

I was able to relax when I heard that.

"Promise me you're not lying."

"I am not lying."

I was so relieved I smiled up at him.

"There's the smile."

He teased and I laughed.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.

"Hey, I haven't told my bodyguard who you are." I yelled.

He had an amused look on his face.

"He knows me."

"How?" I asked.

"Ceejay" He said simply.

Ceejay had probably told him.

"Where are we going?"

"It depends."

He led me to the car.

"Did you get the part?"

I nodded excitedly.

He smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"Congratulations. I never had a doubt." He said, handing me a cake box.

I opened it, it read.

The directors are idiots anyway.

He blushed and retrieved it.

"Oops, wrong box."

I laughed.

"You didn't have a doubt, huh?"

He gave me an innocent looking smile.

"More cake for us."