Bella's eyes burned as she felt her heart thud with pain. The image burned itself into her memory, every bruise, every cut, every tear on Mira's face.
Her brown eyes hardened. The softness drained away, replaced by a sharp, ruthless glint. Her jaw tightened. Her hands stopped shaking.
They dared to do this to her best friend. Her friend who had made mistakes, yes. Her friend who had betrayed her, yes. But her friend who had come back, who had apologized, who had stood up to Krystal, who had promised to tell the truth. Her friend who was trying to be better.
And they had done this to her.
Bella wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Her face was stone now. Her lips pressed into a thin line. She looked at the address they had sent and memorized it. Her eyes narrowed.
The address was nearby. Her eyes darkened. Were these people keeping an eye on her and Leo's whereabouts? Had they been watching this whole time, waiting for the right moment?
