Bella
We all turned.
Logan was already walking toward us, long steps, dark face.
Spike was beside him.
Clara trailed behind, her smile gone, her eyes cold.
Just great.
"Step away from her," Logan barked.
His voice cut through the air like a blade.
Then his eyes locked on me.
"What happened to you?" he asked, reaching for me.
I shoved his hand away.
Hard.
"Don't touch me."
His face flickered with shock.
I turned straight to Clara.
She met my stare for half a second… then looked away.
Coward.
Nathan smirked. "Relax, brother. I'm just talking."
"You don't talk to what's mine."
That word hit me in the chest.
Mine.
Excuse me?
Is he insane?
Nathan laughed. "She's not a thing, Logan. You don't own her."
"Bella," Logan said tightly, "come stand beside me. Now."
"No," I snapped. "I don't want to."
Nathan smiled wider. "See? She doesn't want to."
Logan clenched his jaw. "Please. He's dangerous. I'm doing this because of you. I'm protecting you."
