CHAPTER 56
BELLA'S POV
I jolted awake, my body snapping upright as if yanked by invisible strings. My heart pounded against my ribs, so hard I could hear it in my ears. My skin was damp, sticky with sweat. Images of Kubala flickered behind my eyes. His face, his voice, was it just a dream? It had felt so real, like I had truly been there, standing right in front of him, begging him to come for me.
The world around me had been swallowed whole by darkness, but somehow, he stood there—clear as day, untouched by the abyss. It was like everything else had ceased to exist, and only he remained.
His voice had been soft, questioning, but there was something else woven into it, worry, longing maybe. “Where did you go?” he asked, eyes searching mine like he was trying to piece together something
