"Bel... Bella!?"
Ryan stared at the note that had been slipped under the door, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. It was as if the air around him had suddenly thinned, making it hard to breathe.
The impact of the words was overwhelming. Ryan almost dropped the Knockout Gas he was holding.
He had sensed something earlier when they met on the second floor. Even though he had tried to deny the strange feeling creeping into his mind, deep down, he knew better than anyone—Bella was really back.
And the person who had been following him, the one now separated from him by just a door, was her.
"Ryan! Are you listening? What's going on?"
Alice's voice came through the phone, filled with concern. When she didn't get a response, her worry quickly escalated into a near shout.
