~~NARRAROR'S POV~~
The entire room fell into tense silence as the trio struggled to understand what was happening and how to convey the situation to Bella, especially since they had disobeyed her instructions. Feeling the thick tension in the air, Bella couldn't shake the thought that something fishy was going on. John was dead serious, Leon was pacing back and forth, and they all looked restless.
[Why do I get the feeling they've made a mess for you to clean up?] Butterfly's voice trembled, fearful of angering Bella, who had barely slept for the past six hours.
"I'll deal with them later. Help me find an ice pack; my head is spinning," Bella muttered, ignoring the tension as she made her way to the kitchen. As expected, it was empty.
"Leon must have dismissed everyone," she sighed, opening the freezer and pressing the ice pack to her forehead.
