Chapter 142: The Darkness That Will Not Die

Bella locked herself in her room that night.

She didn't eat.

Didn't sleep.

Didn't breathe.

She just stared at herself in the mirror.

Waiting.

Watching.

She lifted her hand, brushing her fingers over the mark on her throat.

It should have disappeared.

She had won.

Had burned the Hollow One, had fought through hell to be free.

But here she was.

Still tainted.

Still changing.

A part of her wanted to run.

To leave White Moon.

To spare Dante the pain of having to kill her if she became something too dark, too dangerous.

Because she knew what was happening.

She had killed before.

She had felt the rush.

The pleasure.

And now?

Now, she wanted more.

Her fingers twitched.

A slow, terrible realization crept into her mind.

"I don't want to stop."

The thought was small.

But it was there.

And it terrified her.