Nora's POV
"War?" Reina's voice carries a tremor of disbelief. The persistent knocking at the bathroom door continues.
"One of the Four Horsemen," I explain, my throat tight with tension. "Remember when Brent tracked that demon that infected half the city, including me? That creature was searching for someone powerful enough to break Pestilence free from Hell. I still don't understand how it channeled Pestilence's abilities, but the devastation it caused was unimaginable. Those plague rats masquerading as hellhounds still give me nightmares."
"How can you be certain it's War?" she presses, deliberately ignoring the continued pounding on the door.
"It whispered poison in my ear, telling me that woman was possessed and needed to die before she destroyed me. When Hugo explained the Horsemen's methods, he described exactly this kind of manipulation. Subtle whispers that ignite catastrophic events."
