CHAPTER 89
BELLA’S POV
“You can't be serious.” My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at her.
A smile played on Fiona’s lips. She seemed to find my reaction entertaining—no, it felt like she found the entire situation funny in some twisted way.
Part of me itched to slap her across the face, just to shake some sense back into her before it was too late.
“You are not walking blindly into that forest. Are you crazy?!” I snapped.
“Do you have a better idea?” Fiona folded her arms, clearly unbothered.
“Yeah, how about not walking straight to your death?” I shot back.
She sighed—again. I had lost count, but it had to be the hundredth time in the past hour. She had spent the last hour trying to convince me that whoever the ‘orphanage burner’ ran with could somehow help us. But every par
