Bella’s POV A gasp choked in my throat. Driven by an involuntary, instinctual wave of pure panic, I pushed back violently from my desk, my chair rolling backward with a harsh scraping sound. I stood up abruptly, my knees trembling so severely I had to press both hands against the edge of the mahogany desk to keep from collapsing."You..." I breathed out, my voice laced with unmistakable, raw fear as I stared at her, half-expecting her to reach into her ivory coat and pull out a hunting knife.Genevieve stopped in the center of my plush rug, her eyes taking in my sudden terror, my pale face, and the desperate way I was leaning against my desk. A slow, sickening smile of pure, wicked satisfaction spread across her face, her red lips curving into a triumphant sneer."Well, well, well," Genevieve purred, her voice dripping with venomous amusement as she casually slid her hands into her coat pockets. "Look at you, Bella. Rising from your seat like you've just seen a ghost. Did I scare you
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