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~Bella's POV
The grip on my wrist was firm, fingers digging into my skin as I was yanked backward. My body tensed, every muscle locking in place as panic shot through me. I spun around, ready to fight—ready to claw and bite if I had to—but when I saw who it was, my stomach twisted into knots.
Clara.
And Lisa.
My heart sank.
Before I could react, they dragged me through the side door of the brothel and out into the alley behind it, shoving me against the cold brick wall. The sharp edge of a loose stone dug into my spine, but I barely registered the pain over the exhaustion crashing down on me. My body was too drained, my mind too heavy with grief and frustration to deal with this right now.
Clara stood in front of me, arms crossed over her chest, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her bare skin. Lisa hovered beside her, smirking, eyes gleaming with vicious delight.
