The fight blurred.
Teeth.
Claws.
Blood.
But Bella had one thing Lilia didn't.
Dante.
He arrived like a storm.
Faster than Lilia could sense.
Stronger than she expected.
One second, Bella was alone.
The next—Dante was at her back, his hand gripping Lilia's throat, slamming her into the ground.
"This ends now."
Lilia snarled, thrashing, but Dante's grip didn't falter.
Bella knelt beside them, her breath sharp, steady, final.
"Goodbye, sister."
Then—
She ended it.
For good.