BELLA'S POV
I'm at the window when my phone rings.
The city below is a blur of lights through the rain-wet glass. I've been watching the city for two hours, with my hands wrapped around a cup of tea and now it has gone cold, doing the thing I promised myself I wouldn't do...counting minutes, building scenarios, and imagining everything that could go wrong.
Viktor's name on my phone screen stops all of it.
I answer before the second ring. "Are you okay?"
"It's done." His voice is tired,steady and completely, unmistakably alive. "We have him. I'm coming back."
I press my hand flat against the window glass and close my eyes.
"Done how?" I ask carefully.
"He is alive but in custody. His operation is dismantled." He pause. "It's over, Bella. It's actually over."
I take a moment to dige
