The world outside didn't matter.
Not the war.
Not the past.
Not the monsters they had become.
The only thing that mattered was this.
Them.
Bella wasn't running anymore.
Dante had finally dragged her back.
And now?
She was never leaving him again.
Even if she wanted to.
Even if she tried.
Because he wouldn't let her.
And the terrifying truth?
She didn't want him to.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.