Chapter 2 part 3

Bella POV:

I walked back to the bar, where I found Noah engaged in what appeared to be a tense conversation with Clyde. The atmosphere crackled with tension, their proximity almost palpable as they stood toe-to-toe. Clyde, slightly taller than Noah, had the advantage, staring down at him with an intensity that matched the gravity of their discussion.

"If she's watching, then she'll sit in between us," Noah said, his voice laced with a growl.

"Bella," Clyde called, turning his attention away from Noah to look at me, his eyes conveying a mixture of anticipation and mystery.

"The show has started," he announced, and I nodded, feeling a blend of confusion and curiosity. I took Clyde's offered arm, and he led me away from the bar. Noah, on my other side, took my hand, and the two men walked me up a grand staircase I hadn't noticed before. We turned left, entering a room that appeared almost full, with at least 30 people seated. The chairs were arranged facing a stage in the middle of the