Bella’s POV“So, it was you?” I asked, my voice steady even though my heart pounded against my ribs.He smiled slowly, as if my recognition pleased him.“I’m glad our brief meeting is still in your memory,” he said in a dangerously sweet voice.At his words, the memory returned clearly. I remembered bumping into him one night at the club, the strange tension that had filled the air between us. He had looked like he wanted to say something back then, but before he could speak, Gideon had appeared, and this stranger had disappeared without a trace.“What are you thinking, beautiful?” he asked, lifting his hand as if to stroke my cheek.I stopped his wrist before his fingers could touch my skin.“Well,” I said coldly, holding his gaze, “what’s your game? Why are you doing this?”He chuckled, and the sound sent a chill through my body. He was as beautiful as he was dangerous, and there was no denying it. The way he looked at me made my skin prickle. There was hunger in his eyes, the kind
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