BellaAristide met me at the top of the stairs. His face was tight, jaw clenched like it always was when something was wrong, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on me.Without saying a word, he reached for my hand and pulled me toward him, wrapping me in his arms. I sank into his chest, exhaling the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. He was safe. Here. With me. For now.He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple. “Come with me,” he said.He led me into the bedroom we were using at the new safehouse. Doors locked, curtains drawn, dim and quiet, like the world outside had been placed on pause just for us. The silence between us was charged, vibrating with unspoken things—worry, fear, desire.As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I turned and reached for him. I didn’t care that my hands were shaking or that my heartbeat was thudding in my ears. I needed more than answers or protection. I needed him. The realness of him. His warmth. His strength. The way his to
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