Bella’s P.O.V.
The foyer of the hotel had dimmed down, the fiery urgency now replaced by brooding deliberation. Mason was gone. Vanished from the suite before they could get to him. And Veronica—the venom in my veins every time her name passed my lips—was likely with him. But it wasn’t just that.
Something else was brewing.
Something darker.
“We’re not dealing with just Veronica,” Matt said, pacing in front of the reception area, his jaw ticking with every step. “This was too clean. Too calculated.”
“She wouldn’t have managed this alone,” Aiden added. “The distraction, the timing, the vanishing act—someone with real power is pulling the strings.”
“You think Caleb’s involved?” Rachel asked, arms crossed tightly. Her voice held disbelief, but a sliver of worry leaked through.
“He gave
