Elena’s POV

The bag is handed to Bella.

The moment it lands in her hands, the air seems to tighten, as if even the stagnant pool water senses the shift. Every pair of eyes fixes on me—soaked, bruised, barely upright, my clothes clinging to my skin like a second layer of ice.

“Password,” Bella snaps.

I don’t hesitate.

I give it to her immediately. Then the next one. And the next.

My voice is hoarse, scraped raw by water and fear, yet strangely steady, as if I’ve already accepted ...