Chapter 53
- Bella’s POV
- The light that poured through the windows was soft, golden, and annoyingly cheerful for someone who'd gotten only a few hours of sleep. My head still throbbed a little from all the screaming and... the vase incident. I winced. I had really thrown a vase at someone last night. And not just anyone—Richard. The cold, calculating, annoying alpha-to-be who haunted my dreams and my waking hours like some brooding ghost.
- I shuffled out of bed, groaning as I stretched my arms overhead. Every part of me ached, but the dull throb behind my eyes was the worst of it. I threw on a hoodie—one of the soft ones—and tugged it over my head, still half-asleep as I padded down the stairs.