The darkness was overwhelming.
The Hollow One pressed against her mind, whispering, consuming, waiting for her to give in.
"Why fight?" it purred, slithering through her thoughts like a shadow.
"You are already mine."
Bella's body shook violently, her nails digging into the dirt, her pulse erratic, uneven.
Her vision blurred.
She was slipping.
Falling.
Dying.
Dante's voice was the only thing tethering her to the world.
"I am not losing you."
"Do you hear me, Bella?"
"I will burn this entire world before I let you go."
A tear slipped from Bella's golden-black eyes.
"I don't know who I am anymore."
Dante growled, his fingers curling in her hair, forcing her to look at him.
"Then I will remind you."
Then—
He kissed her.