Chapter 0022

BELLA

Adonis was outside the apartment, one hand on his hips and the other pressing his cell to his ears. His back was turned to me. The way his shoulder heaved, it didn’t look like he was in a good mood, yet he’d sounded so ecstatic through the phone.

I stopped behind him and watched—admired—his broad back and waited for him to get off his phone.

“I said leave him to me. Which part of it do you not fucking understand?” he growled. His voice oozed of such dominance and control. Superiority. “I’ll take care of him myself.” He disconnected the call and mumbled, “Fucking morons.”

“Hey.” He twisted his head in my direction, striding his cell into his pocket. “I don’t have any pockets today. Can you—”

He nodded, took my phone and put it inside his pocket. We began walking, taking slow steps. Something about him has changed since his call. I wanted to ask, but that didn’t seem like a good idea. Even though he was a quiz, I desperately needed to crack to get out of this alive.

We reache