CHAPTER 25
BELLA'S POV
I paced back and forth, glancing out the window every few seconds.
A storm loomed in the distance, thick clouds rolling in, but that wasn’t what had me on edge.
It was Kubala’s absence. Night had fallen, and still, there was no sign of Kubala.
I fiddled with the hem of my dress, twisting the fabric between my fingers, but it did nothing to ease my nerves.
I wanted him back. Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was too soon—but I missed him. I jumped into bed, my gaze locked on the thin sliver of darkness beneath the door, my ears straining for any sound of his return.
Silence. Only the steady drum of rain against the window filled the room.
"Where are you?" I whispered to no one.
Suddenly, heavy boots pounded against the floor, drawing closer to my room.
My hear
