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Bella had been anxious the entire day. For some reason, and she couldn’t explain why, something in her kept stirring, like a nervous tick which just refused to let her go.
It started from the moment she woke up, and she felt that something wasn’t right. Normally, she would have thought that it was nothing more than the aftermath of spending a night in Luke’s clutches. She never slept easy after that, and her night would usually be troubled with nightmares which would haunt her even into the early hours of the day.
But this was different; she could feel it from the moment her eyes snapped open. There was no graceful fluttering of her eyelids, no slow stretching of her lips as she yawned, her hair tossed back in a perfect curve. Instead, Bella woke up with an unsettling feeling in h
