Savannah's and were like talons digging into his chest. Dylan gave a sharp breath as he nuzzled her neck. Pulled back. "I will help your childhood sweetheart, but you cannot date him" Then he pointed to the car, transformed. "Get in."
She got in.
From the plush black leather seat in the rear of the car, she saw a furious Susan walking towards them. Dylan didn't see her until it was too late.
"Dylan!" She shouted from across the parking lot.
He turned around, for the first time, she had known him looking confused.
She strode over, her face softening somewhat as she met Savannah's gaze. "There is something I want to talk to Savannah about."
"Well then, say it." He shrugged, clearly annoyed at being caught off guard.
"Oh, please. Do try to be less of a cunt for at least once in your life." She scolded, flicking her hair, and leaning down to the rear of the car.
Dylan stiffened, paralyzed by a rage that froze him.
