Bella had not slept.
Not a minute.
Her mind had replayed Ken's warning through every hour of the night:
She is next.
Those words had wrapped around her ribs like steel, squeezing tighter each time she imagined Lyse alone, unsuspecting, already heartbroken and vulnerable, walking blind into Ophelia's web.
So when dawn crept in through her room's blinds, Bella was already up, dressed, hair half-tied, coffee untouched and cold on the table. She didn't waste time. She grabbed her jacket, her phone, and her keys, and headed straight out.
Ken had asked her to "call the number in his drawer."
He had not asked her to bring Levi into it.
But Bella knew something Ken didn't:
Levi Van Doren would do anything, anything for Lyse.
And Lyse trusted him, even when she pretended she didn't.
So Bella, operating purely on instinct and desperation, pointed her car in the direction of the Van Doren corporate tower, praying she wasn't about to make things worse.
