Rissa’s POV

The fire burned low, its glow stretching across the walls in restless amber. Smoke curled lazily toward the rafters, and for the first time since the chaos in the clearing, there was quiet.

Not peace. Just quiet.

My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I tucked them beneath the blanket Josh had draped over me earlier. It still carried his scent—musk and amber. I told myself that was why my chest hurt. The ache had nothing to do with him. Nothing to do with the way his voice ...