CHAPTER 35
BELLA'S POV
I jumped to my feet and bolted the windows. My hands shook as I yanked the curtains shut. Slowly, backing away to the other side of the room, my eyes locked on the door. The eerie tension in the air only grew thicker.
I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to cry, but the sobs still escaped. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the sound. My back throbbed, the slow, burning sensation of healing making every breath a struggle.
I waited, my own breath the only thing breaking the silence.
Was I being paranoid?
The moment I started to relax, a loud bang shook my door. I flinched and stumbled backward, heart pounding. A faint jiggling followed—the doorknob rattling, like someone was testing out the lock. Scanning the room, looking desperatly for a weapo
