Bella didn't move as the shadowed figure disappeared into the trees, her breath caught in her throat.
"He's not the only one coming for you."
The words echoed in her head, crawling under her skin like ice.
Because this wasn't just a warning.
It was a promise.
And whoever this new enemy was?
They were watching.
Bella's fingers tightened around the dagger in her grip, her heartbeat steady, controlled—but beneath it, a slow, creeping sense of unease spread through her.
Mikhail was coming.
But now, so was someone else.
Someone more dangerous.
And she had no idea who they were—or what they wanted.