Bella’s P.O.V.
The ride to The Golden Emporium was dead silent.
No one spoke.
No one dared to.
The atmosphere in the SUV was thick with anticipation, dread, and a boiling urgency that none of us could voice aloud. I sat between Matt and Rose, my hands clasped so tightly in my lap I thought I might break my own fingers.
The closer we got to the hotel, the more my stomach churned. I couldn’t shake the sensation in my gut—that hollow, twisted feeling that told me we were already too late.
We pulled up to the front of the building and were immediately met with chaos.
Guests in nightgowns and robes stood scattered near the entrance. Staff scrambled around in confusion. Someone yelled from the direction of the kitchen, and I could just make out a plume of smoke curling into the night sky
