Bella’s arm just tightened its grip around her knees when Misha moved closer. She wasn’t scared of him, no she had a feeling that Misha would never hurt her like her father did, but she really didn’t want him to see her cheek. She didn’t want it to get out that her father hit his children because it would just come back on them when he found out.
“I’m fine, really,” Bella said trying to reassure the mountain of a man who was standing in front of her. She placed her hand against her busted cheek, like she was trying to wipe away her tears, as she looked up at him. Her hand hid the damage and if anything showed she hoped the darkness would cover the rest. “I just stopped for a moment to catch my breath. I was going to head back home soon.”
Bella didn’t have her wand on her because there was no point in carrying it around when one couldn’t use it and all she was wearing was a tank top and shorts. She had planned to go straight back to the lake house but that didn’t happen and now she couldn’t go home because she knew her father would be waiting for her.