---- Chapter 14. Isabella's POV After we back to Switzerland, A strange phone keeps calling me. "Did you think hiding in Switzerland would keep you safe?" Sophia's hoarse voice crackled over the phone as Alexander and I landed in Zurich. "You destroyed my life, Isabella. Now it's your turn." The line went dead. "She's going to hit the exhibition," Alexander said grimly. "It's the last day. The biggest crowd." We rushed back to New York. The museum was teeming with people. Then, the lights went out. In the eerie red glow of the emergency lights, Sophia emerged from the crowd. Her face was a roadmap of scars, her eyes wild. ---- She threw open her coat, revealing a bomb strapped to her chest. Panic erupted. In the chaos, Sophia grabbed me. "Today, we die together," she hissed, her finger on the detonator. Suddenly, a figure shot out of the shadows. Vincent. "Sophia!" he roared, tackling her. "If you want to hurt her, you go through me!" They wrestled on the ground. "Isabella, run!" Vincent yelled. Alexander scooped me into his arms and we fled. Just as we reached the exit, Sophia broke free. "Go to hell!" she screamed, pressing the button. Time stood still. ---- I saw Vincent look at me, his lips moving, and with a final, desperate act of strength, he shoved a display case toward us, shielding us as he lunged back toward the bomb. A deafening explosion rocked the building. From the safety of Alexander's arms, I watched as an inferno swallowed the corner of the gallery, taking Vincent and Sophia with it. "Vincent!" I screamed. The only answer was the roar of the fire. The FBI debriefing lasted for days. "According to the security footage, Vincent Torrino saved your life," the agent said. ''He pushed you clear at the last second." "Did he... say anything?" The agent slowed down the footage. On the screen, Vincent looked at me, his lips forming three silent words.