Seventy Four.

Bella

The men talk like I’m not even in the room. Aslow keeps his arms folded across his chest. His green eyes remain focussed on Aiden. Rhys has his hands jammed into his pockets. He had yellow eyes like Leighton. Every now and then, they kept flickering to me and then back to Aiden.

After the tricks of those around me, I wanted to keep my distance from others, until this was over. But Aiden's words had reassured my mind. He could link them, it was how he was certain it was them.

“I’m betting that in twelve hours he is going to expect Bella to be dead.” Rhys glances at me again. “His deal wasn’t even a real deal. Just a trap.”

“You’re wrong.” I mutter

All three sets of eyes are on me.

“He said that he is a man of his word. Why would he offer a deal if he is expecting me to be dead?”

“Bella,” Aiden takes my hands in his. His warmth spreads nicely through my soul. “We both know a lot of people say things that they don’t mean. Or things that they never intend to follow through on.”

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