“Goodbye, Prince,” I murmured. He smiled, and it was the saddest smile I’d ever seen. “Goodbye, Miss Bellator.” I turned and walked away. When I was almost out of sight, his voice called out again. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” I stopped, but I didn’t look back. “Last night,” he said, “right before the roof collapsed. The vision. The battlefield.” I couldn’t move, my body paralyzed, my thoughts stunned to stillness. “What if our story isn’t over, Diem Bellator? What if it’s only beginning?”
