Bella's POV
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded distant and hurried. "Actually, I've returned to my pack territory. There are matters I need to handle there. We'll talk when I'm back."
The line went dead before I could respond.
I threw my head back against the wall in exasperation, letting out a frustrated sigh.
When I lifted my head, footsteps echoed up the stairway. A figure emerged wearing crisp brown trousers, a pristine white shirt, and a matching brown blazer.
His pace was brisk until his eyes found mine, causing him to pause with a confused expression.
"Bella, why are you sitting here?" His voice carried none of the harsh edge or icy distance the others had wielded against me recently.
"I needed to have a conversation with you and Parker," I answered, my gaze drifting away from his face.
"Alright, Parker isn't here at the moment, but we can talk," Hugo said, sliding his phone into his rear pocket before motioning toward the upper floors.
