Bella POV

T⁠he air inside the hidden passage feels colder than before. Not a normal cold—this one bites, like the walls themselves are warning me to turn back. I keep wal⁠king anyway, my steps slow, my hand pressed to the rough stone. The pla⁠ce shouldn’t stretch this long. The Moonshadow safe tunnels w⁠er⁠e never built this deep. I know that muc⁠h.

Something is⁠ wrong, Something is ...