ISABELLA'S POV
I almost told her everything. Almost let it all pour out...the night with Viktor, his cruel words, the baby growing inside me. But something held me back. Some instinct that said once I spoke the words out loud, they'd become real in a way I wasn't ready for.
"I can't," I whispered. "Not over the phone. It's not safe."
"Safe? Bella, you're scaring me. Are you in trouble?"
"Yes." No point lying about that. "Bad trouble. And I need help. I need..."
I stopped. Through the crowd of tourists on the marina boardwalk, I'd spotted a familiar figure in a black suit and that same predatory movements I have come to known. Scanning the crowd with professional efficiency.
One of Sokolov's men from the café.
"f**k," I breathed.
"Bella? What's wrong?"
"I have to go." I stood up, a
