Bella sat motionless, her fingers pressed to her still-tingling lips. The intensity of Damien's kiss lingered on her skin, seeping into her very bones. But the moment was gone—ripped away by the urgency in Leo's voice.
Something was wrong.
She slid off the dresser, her heart pounding as she crept toward the door. Damien had told her to stay, but every instinct in her body screamed that she needed to know what was happening.
Slowly, she cracked the door open just enough to hear.
"She's not safe here." Leo's voice was low but sharp.
"She's safer here than anywhere else," Damien countered, his tone cold.
"They've found us."
Bella's breath caught in her throat.
Damien swore under his breath. "How the hell did Morelli's men track us so fast?"
"There's a mole," Leo said grimly. "Someone inside gave up our location."
Bella's stomach twisted.
A mole? That meant someone Damien trusted had betrayed him.
Had betrayed her.
"I'll handle it," Damien said darkly. "Where are they now?"
Leo hesitated. "They're close. We have maybe an hour before they breach the perimeter."
Silence. Then—
"Get the men ready."
Bella barely had time to step back before Damien yanked the door open.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable, stormy.
"I told you to stay put."
She lifted her chin. "You really thought I would?"
A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn't argue. Instead, he stepped closer, towering over her.
"You have to trust me," he said, his voice low, urgent. "I will keep you safe."
Bella swallowed, searching his face.
She wanted to believe him.
But a war was coming.
And she wasn't sure anyone could stop it.