Bella could tell something was wrong long before Dave said a word.It was in the way he avoided her eyes.In the way his jaw tightened whenever she mentioned the investigation.In the silence that followed every smile.And Bella hated silence.Because silence usually carried pain.“You’re not stopping me from seeing him,” Bella said firmly from the hospital bed, folding her arms despite the soreness pulling through her muscles. “If Marcus is involved with Agnes and Joy’s disappearance, then I need answers directly from him.”Dave Stark turned toward her slowly.Even exhausted, even carrying the weight of an entire kingdom on his shoulders, the man still looked devastatingly powerful. Dark shirt stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, silver eyes tired but sharp.And yet Bella noticed the strain beneath the surface.“Bella,” he said quietly, “you just woke up after three months in a coma.”“And?”“And your body is still recovering.”“I’m alive, not fra
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