The flame-storm was still pulsing around them, casting strange shadows and stranger lights across the Chamber of Bones, when the temperature dropped so suddenly that Selena's breath emerged as visible vapor. The hybrid energy they'd created flickered and dimmed, not extinguished but suppressed, as though something far more powerful had entered the space and demanded precedence. Dante felt it first—a pressure building in the air, a weight that had nothing to do with physical mass and everything to do with absolute authority.
"Something's coming," he said, his arms instinctively tightening around Selena even as he positioned himself between her and the center of the chamber, where the air itself was beginning to ripple and tear.
"Not something," Selena whispered, her face going pale as recognition struck her. "Someone. The Watcher."
