Page 241 of Never Fall for an Angel

“What the fuck?” Levi snaps, running a red light in our race towards downtown.

“Mila—”

“Goodbye, Chrisitan.”

The line goes dead, and I curse, banging my hand on the dash so hard my knuckles burn.

“Fuck!”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Change of plans. Mila’s at the bank withdrawing two million from our bank account.”

“Is she running?”

I open my mouth to tell him she’s leaving me. Before I can respond, my phone lights up with a new message.

This one has my blood running cold.

It’s from Bella, and it’s a picture of her. Bound and gagged to a chair.

“No,” I grit. I don’t know whether to be elated or fucking terrified. “She’s going after Bella.”

MILA

Ipull to a stop at the old rundown warehouse in the middle of the Mount Baker National Forest.

The building is crumbling around me, the ceiling boasting large holes that allow what’s left of the sunlight outside to seep through. The floor is wet and covered in a bed of moss, and a faint scent of mildew hangs in the air.

I cried the entire way here. Hearing the pain in his voice. Christian called me three times after our initial conversation at the bank, where I told him I was leaving him, but I ignored each one.

Now, my phone sits dejected and silent in the passenger seat, nearly dead.

I look down at my wedding band on my finger. The one he carried with him when he left me for three weeks. I want to believe this will work out and it won’t break us, but I know better.

Our marriage has been fragile since the moment it was conceived. Hearing those words . . . I can’t imagine what it did to him.

What if I never see him again? What if I never get to make it right?

I force a deep breath through my lips. This is what I have to do. I can’t allow another person I care about to get hurt because of me.

I suck up the pain, letting the fear of what might happen to Bella take its place. There’s no room for tears right now.

Forcing my legs to carry me out of the car, I step out onto the muddy concrete, my sneakers scraping when I stand.

Looking around, it doesn’t appear that another person has been here in a hundred years. An eeriness hangs in the air like I’m being watched but not by something of this world.

Something inhuman.

That meanshe’shere.

“Hello?” I call, searching the shadows around me, but it’s too dark.

I’m met with silence. Deep, harrowing,echoingsilence.

A shiver rolls through me, and I pull my jacket tighter around myself.

“Bella?”

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