Bella didn't stop moving until she was safely inside her apartment, the door shut behind her.
Her breath came fast, her pulse still unsteady.
Damien's voice echoed in her mind.
"This isn't over, Isabella."
She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady the pounding of her heart. She had known from the moment she let him touch her that it wouldn't be simple. That a man like Damien Sinclair didn't just let things go.
And yet, she had walked away.
So why did it feel like he still had a hold on her?
Her phone buzzed on the counter, snapping her out of her thoughts. She hesitated before checking the screen.
Unknown Number.
A cold chill ran down her spine.
She swallowed hard and answered. "Hello?"
Silence.
Then—
"You should be careful, Miss Moreau." The voice was smooth, calculated. Male.
Bella's fingers tightened around the phone. "Who is this?"
A low chuckle. "Just someone who's been watching. You're playing a dangerous game."
Her stomach twisted. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, but you do," the voice murmured. "You walked into the lion's den, and now you think you can just leave?" A pause. "Walk away while you still can. Before it's too late."
The call ended.
Bella's breath caught in her throat.
Who the hell was that?
Her mind raced. Could this be connected to Damien? Or was it something else?
Either way, one thing was clear—
She had just stepped into something much bigger than she realized.