Page 84 of Barinov

“Then where the hell have you been?” she ask, full of sass with her hands on her hips.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Just get dressed.” I glance up to the camera in the corner. “In your closet.”

“Obviously.” She rolls her eyes and stomps into the closet to change.

There she is. Fuck, I’ve missed her. Even when she’s being a dramatic pain in my ass.

“So where were you?” she snaps from the closet.

“Miami.”

Her head pops out of the doorway, soaked black waves dripping on the hardwood. “Miami?!”

“Yes, Bells. Miami.”

“What the hell were you doing back there?”

“I’ll tell you once you get dressed and get out here.”

“Ugh,” she groans. “Fine.”

After a few minutes, she’s dressed, somewhat dried, and sitting on the bed waiting for me to start talking.

“Where do you want me to begin?” I ask.

“Well,” she says, leaning back on the headboard. “I don’t know, maybe with the fact that you were in Miami while I was forced to play house with a deranged psychopath! Or the fact that you’ve apparently been sleeping with—gross, I can’t even say it.”

I huff a laugh.

“It’s not funny.” Her steel gray eyes glare at me.

“Tell me about it,” I say. “I’m the one who had to live through it.”

“Or this,” she says, sighing as she holds up the letter.

“Okay.” I nod. “What do you want to know?”

“All of it,” she says while handing me the letter. “I want to know it all.”

I shift my weight to the center of the bed, blocking her from view of the camera. She notices.

“Can he?”

“Yeah,” I confirm. “Don’t know if he’s watching or not but just in case.”

“Got it.” She leans around me and flips off the camera.

“Really?”

“What?” she asks. A small smile curves at her lips. “Start talking Bruce Wayne.”

I can’t help but laugh as déjà vu hits me. “Alright,” I begin. “So like I told you before, when I first arrived it wasn’t here.”

“Right.” She nods. “The ninja turtle sewer.”

“Yeah. Except when I woke up chained to the wall, I wasn’t alone. Claire was there chained up as well, bloody and bruised right next to me.”

Bella gasps.