Chapter 76 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• When he stops walking, Davon Rancho stands close—so close that I can see the faint stubble darkening his sharp jawline. The air between us feels charged, heavy with tension and something else I can’t quite name. A subtle scent of cedarwood and smoke lingers around him, earthy and steady, just like his presence.
• “There’s always a choice,” he says quietly, his voice low but firm. There’s a trace of amusement there, like he’s testing me. “You made yours.”