Chapter 32: The Weight of Secrets
The penthouse felt colder after the audio feed cut off. Bella stayed on the couch, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them like she could hold herself together that way. Her eyes were fixed on the blank screen where Voss and Dragomir had just been talking about her—about the baby—like she was a chess piece they could move or sacrifice.
I sat beside her, close enough that our thighs touched, but I didn’t reach for her hand yet. She needed space to process. I could see it in the way her breathing stayed shallow, the way her fingers flexed and unflexed against her sleeves.
After a long minute she spoke, voice quiet but steady. “Who is Dragomir?”
I exhaled slowly. This was the part I’d been dreading. Not the fight itself—the fights I could handle. It was
