"Vicky..."
"What are you doing with her? I thought she was dead!"
Bella hissed in response. James stepped forward, holding out his hand to place it on Victoria's shoulder. The redhead flinched back.
"Let's talk," James said soothingly. It was his voice he used to catch his prey, and Victoria knew that.
"At what cost?" Victoria folded her arms like the child she sounded like.
"Please." James turned. "Bella, stay," he instructed the newborn like she was a dog.
The nomads walked out of the alley together. When they were far away enough from Bella to not hear, James whispered, kissing Victoria's neck, "Let me explain."