"Bella." And for the first time in eternity, what she has been waiting for is his word. His steady, low, and measured voice shivered her. His tone seems soothing to her ears, but it's rough. Bella? He must have been mistaken. "I've been watching you the whole time-" "No, I'm not Bella." She took a deep breath, looking down on the ground, and gathered strength for her mouth to open and tell him he must be mistaken. But before she could open her mouth again, she felt the same sensation she felt before, but this time her chin was lifted. She looked up at his dark face. "You talk when I'm done." The authority in his voice cowardly lured her. It made her brain scramble. Her face twisted into a grimace as her forehead began to crease. She dislikes being told things. She didn't even get a chance to see the man's face, so she knew better than to argue with him. While she waited for him to speak, she shut her mouth. She couldn't help but feel annoyed at being silenced once more as he continued. "I finally met you, Amore." He added, a sinister curved on his lips. "And this time, I'll no longer watch you from afar." She froze, confused. Who are you?