"You know what also really sucks about all of this? We'd apparently been through him buying into his own press in another universe and he swore he would never let that happen here. It's like he thinks that the promises that Johnny Storm makes are supposed to be different than what the Human Torch makes."

She shrugged, digging into her ice cream. "I mean, I'm a witch and a sorcerer and the adopted granddaughter of one of the most powerful Cabal leaders, but I'm still Savannah. I don't have separate measurements of promises and integrity or fidelity."

She swallowed. "I guess I know what his promises and claims of love are really worth."

There was a catch in her voice that she quickly tried to mask because as angry as she was, this really hurt like hell.