Ryan gasped for air, his chest heaving as he suddenly opened his eyes, taking in the dimly lit room around him.
This was the room next to Alice's.
"What the hell? Wasn't I killed by Bella?" Ryan touched his stomach, feeling the smooth skin.
"The wound's gone. Does that mean you don't actually die after being killed?"
"No, wait—Alice!"
Panic surged through him as he scrambled out of bed and rushed to Alice's door.
"There's no guard at the door! Damn it!"
Ryan quickly pushed the door open.
Moonlight spilled across Alice's face. Her breathing was steady, and she was clearly fast asleep.
"Thank God, she's okay."
Ryan let out a sigh of relief, calming his nerves. He carefully backed out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.
Ding—Ding—
The sound of a phone ringing broke the silence. It was coming from Ryan's room.
He hurried back and checked the caller ID.
It was Alice?!