ELLA.
I scoffed the moment the door closed behind Bella, the faint echo of her heels still ringing in the air.
Did she really just say she would get rid of me?
My brows furrowed as I leaned back slightly in the chair, staring blankly at the file in front of me without actually seeing a single word on the page. Her voice replayed in my head, sharp and venomous, laced with nothing but pure intent.
She wasn't joking.
That much was clear.
I raised my brows slowly, trying to process the weight behind her threat. And strangely, instead of fear, what I felt most was irritation…mixed with something deeper.
At this point, I honestly wished that the so-called unique power she claimed I had—the one I had seen glimpses of in my dreams—would just surge out already.
At least then, I wouldn't have to sit here feeling like prey.
I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair.
That's right…I had already started looking into my past, quietly and carefully without letting anyone know.
