Chapter 129 Bella

• The cave was quiet now, the violent howling of the sandstorm replaced by a low, rhythmic whistle of wind through the stone crevices. The air inside was heavy, smelling of sweat, musk, and the cooling dust of the Arizona floor.
• Bella lay draped across Nuel’s chest, her skin still humming from the electricity of the last few hours.
• Her lungs felt tight, her heart refusing to return to its steady, cynical pace. She shifted, her limbs feeling like lead.