Bella's POV
Caleb burst through the master bedroom door, but the second he peeked inside, I had my sword pressed against his throat.
The cold steel bit into his neck, drawing a thin line of blood.
I watched him freeze, terror flooding his eyes as he took in my position - sword in hand, a mocking smile playing on my lips.
"You... you..." he stammered, his voice shaking with fear.
I could practically see his mind racing, wondering how I'd known he'd be here. The cold sweat breaking out across his back was almost amusing.
I kept my blade steady at his throat, my lips curling into a cold sneer. "Long time no see... Caleb."
My voice dripped with sarcasm and menace.
Caleb's face went white, that sinister smile of mine clearly sending chills down his spine.
"Miss, let's talk this out, please... What are you doing?" he stammered.
With a quick flick of my sword, I sent his mask flying. Before he could even blink, the blade was back at his throat.
