Chapter 50

• Bella's POV
• The heavy front door clicked shut. I kept my eyes closed, breathing slowly. I counted to thirty in my head before I opened them.
• The living room was empty. Matt was not back. The person who had entered was one of the tall, burly American security guards. He walked across the marble floor, grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen, and walked right back out to the hallway. The electronic lock beeped as the door closed again.