Bella's PoV
Upon receiving the news of Theresa's death, I let out a faint sigh. The madness of that woman had finally come to an end, bringing peace to both herself and others.
Today, my mate Haydn was set to duel Barnett. Haydn was fully intending to teach Barnett a lesson. I felt some satisfaction at that.
Thinking of Barnett, his attitude was somewhat strange. Since the day I woke up, his gaze towards me had become inscrutable—not filled with hatred, but rather a complex mixture off sorrow and regret. He tried to say something to me, but I had no desire to share the same space with him; I turned away whenever I encountered him.
I entered Haydn's room; he had just finished changing into his warrior suit. Part of his body was encased in tough leather armor, but not all of it. His mu
