Chapter 121 Bella

• The wind outside screamed like a banshee, throwing curtains of sand against the cave entrance, but inside, the air had turned thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of ozone and raw, unadulterated tension.
• Bella jerked her head back, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Her lips felt bruised, tingling with the ghost of Nuel’s mouth.
• "We need to conserve the light," Bella said, her voice rough, snapping off the flashlight to plunge them into near-blackness broken only by slivers of light filtering through cracks high above. Her heart pounded, not from fear of being buried alive, but from the proximity. Nuel was too close, his cologne mixing with the earthy scent of the cave, his body radiating like a furnace.