Xander's POVLucian didn't move from his gaze, and he wouldn't look away, and I didn't. The tension grew between us, palpable like a fog blanket, as the battlefield around us seemed to be hushed.Finally, he broke the silence.He demanded, his voice hoarse with barely suppressed emotion, his jaw tensing, "WHERE IS BELLLA?My whole body became as stiff as a board.It hit like a knife, but it was more piercing.Out of everything I had expected him to say, that wasn't one of them.A cold fury was forming in my heart, my eyes were narrowing into dangerous slits.What are you talking about? I asked, my voice dropping into a deadly growl, each word slow and deliberate.Lucian took a step forward, unhesitatingly, fists clenched so white their knuckles showed. He had grown his breathing irregular and now when he spoke again, desperation broke through each syllable.He repeated himself, 'Where is Bella?', and his voice cracked again as if the question itself was splitting him.And suddenly...
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