It started with a single letter.
Left on the border of White Moon.
Sealed in black wax.
Dante's expression darkened as he read it, his fingers curling around the parchment like he wanted to rip it in half.
Bella watched him carefully.
"What is it?"
Dante's jaw tightened.
He handed her the letter.
Bella's stomach twisted as she read the words.
"You thought the Hollow One was your greatest enemy.
You were wrong.
Your real nightmare is still coming.
And this time, you won't survive it."
The letter was unsigned.
No symbol.
No scent.
Nothing to tell them who sent it.
But Bella knew.
Because she had felt it.
That uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest ever since the Hollow One was destroyed.
Like something was still watching.
Waiting.
"Whoever this is," Dante murmured, voice dark, dangerous.
"They don't know who they're dealing with."
Bella exhaled slowly, clenching her fists.
"Then let's show them."
Because she wasn't afraid.
Not anymore.
And whoever was coming?
They had no idea what she and Dante had survived.
And if they wanted a fight?
They would get one.
And this time?
She would never fall again.