CHAPTER 24
BELLA'S POV
I groaned, forcing my heavy eyelids open as sunlight streamed through the large windows. The scent of pinewood and the lingering trace of Kubala’s musk clung to the sheets.
Sunlight spilled through the windows, bathing the room in a golden glow—a sight that should have been peaceful, if not for the relentless chirping of birds. Annoying little pests.
A strange emptiness settled in my chest. I turned—his side of the bed was empty.
I shot up, looking around, but the room was empty. No trace of Kubala.
Disappointment stabbed through me as I clutched the sheets around my bare skin. He could have at least woken me up.
Waking up to an empty bed was a more painful feeling than I imagined. The sheets still carried his warmth, but it was fading, leaving only the remin
