Chapter 11 - 15
Fresh terror rears up within me.
"What..." My throat turns to sandpaper. "What are you doing here?" Barely audible.
"You’ve been dodging my calls... texts," he says with cold calm. "How else was I going to get your attention?"
My eyes dart to the gun. "What’s that for?"
"Pick it up," he instructs.
My insides shrivel at the thought. I shake my head fervently.
"Pick it up, Bella."
"What do you call me that?" My voice is thick with fear. "Who told you that name?"
"Pick up the gun."
"Why?"
"So you can feel in control and know that you have absolute power over the situation..." The dark intensity of his stare grips me. "And over me."
His eyes are a heavy weight that lingers in the air between us. His eyes, smoldering with something unreadable yet deeply unsettling, stripping away any facade I might have held.