Lilia led her deep into the woods.
Far from the battle.
Far from help.
Bella knew she was playing into her sister's game.
And she didn't care.
Because she was done running.
She followed Lilia into the abandoned temple ruins, her breath sharp, her muscles coiled, her heart pounding.
And there—in the center of the broken altar, beneath the pale moonlight—
Lilia was waiting.
"Took you long enough."
Bella exhaled slowly, drawing her dagger.
"No more running, Lilia."
Lilia smiled.
"I never needed to run."
Then—
She attacked.