CHAPTER 61
BELLA'S POV
I stared out the window, watching as people busied themselves, repairing the wreckage left behind from Kubala’s attack. I forced myself to stay hopeful, clinging to the possibility that maybe—just maybe—things weren’t what they seemed.
Kubala wouldn’t just leave me to die. He couldn’t.
My thoughts shattered as I caught movement from the corner of my eye. I turned to find Glade, draped in her usual elegant Luna attire, but her face was twisted in fury.
“You!” Her scream tore through the hallway. She sounded like a mad woman, and honestly, she looked like one, too.
She stormed toward me, eyes wild with rage. I instinctively stepped back, but she was already in my face.
“You bloody witch! How dare you?” she spat.
“How dare I what?” I asked, my confusion genuine
