Rissa’s POV

The moment Teresa smiles, everything inside me goes cold.

Not fear.

Recognition.

Because that look on her face is not surprise.

It is confirmation.

She expected this.

The creature beside me straightens slowly, silver markings blazing across its stone skin as it turns toward her. The Hunters immediately fall back, uncertain now. Some glance between Teresa and the creature like they are no longer sure who is truly in control here.

Smart of them.

Because I am starting to wonder the ...