Bella's stomach twisted into knots. She didn't know what Kafka was about to do. But something in her gut told her it was going to be big.
Kafka tapped his screen a few times, his expression unreadable, his movements smooth and effortless. His fingers moved so quickly across the phone that it barely looked like he was doing anything at all.
Then, after a brief pause, he looked at Bella. His smirk widened just slightly.
"Bella." He said, his voice filled with absolute confidence. "Check your bank account."
Bella's heart stopped almost as if someone had plucked it out of her supple chest when she heard Kafka's words.
"W-What? Check my b-bank account?" Her lips parted, confusion flashing in her eyes.
Kafka's gaze remained steady.
Her hands trembled slightly as she hesitated, staring at him, searching for something. An explanation. A sign that he was just messing with her.
But his expression didn't change.
And that terrified her.
