Caleb's P.O.V.
The glow from my phone screen pierced through the shadows of my dimly lit room. Veronica's text stared back at me with quiet insistence:
"Do the ritual tonight. Drink the potion. Both of you."
I read it again.
And again.
My thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating. The words weren’t long. They weren’t threatening. But they carried a weight I hadn't anticipated. The moment I had claimed to be waiting for—this was it. The opportunity to bond Bella to me forever. To finally have her.
Mine.
Then why did my stomach twist with guilt and hesitation?
I sat down slowly at the edge of the bed, my mind clouded in a whirlwind of conflict. On one hand, there was a roaring part of me that had been longing for Bella for as long as I could remember. She had been my light, my reason
