Bella
Bradley was acting strange. Well stranger than normal. He had been more on edge that usual since we had got back. Pacing up and down.
I watched him warily from my place at the table. But after several hours of him walking up and down mumbling to himself I couldn’t take it anymore.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped.
He turned to me with a snarl, his usually handsome face contorting into something grotesque. “You won’t talk to me like that Bella…”
Launching myself to my feet I snarled right back at him. I was fed up of this. Of him and his holier than thou attitude. He wasn’t a saint, he wasn’t even a good man. Just hours before he had purposely murdered several of my class mates. He had let monsters tear out their throats. If there was a god, and I was seriously doubt
